Fortunately, I was able to bring a guest with me to the festival (at 20% off the airfare). I've had a cute little "developing" relationship with the girl who lives two townhouses down from me named Carina, this way hot latin bartender from the karaoke place I frequent. When I asked her to come with me to Cannes, she became so ecstatic I thought she was going to hyperventilate! Manka Bros. put us up at the Hotel Des Parfums, in some place called Grasse, a little further out that you would like, but bloggers can't be choosers. The smells of rotting brie and sweat in the lobby didn't put me off, but Carina became nauseous then cried for 20 minutes. We dropped our stuff in the room (small and musty, but charming) and hightailed it for Cannes.
At the Carlton, I left Carina at the bar while I quickly met with Nick and the team. By the time I got back, Carina was making out with Gael Garcia Bernal. They disappeared onto a yacht and I haven't seen her since. ...