It began with me missing my flight, of course. I've flown maybe 3 times in my life, and apparently never got the memo that when they say a flight departs at 10:02am, they mean 9:47. Rather, the flight sits there for 15 minutes while you watch it, unable to get on because they close the doors early. To nurse my sorrows, I ordered some mildly edible airport food.
|Fake 1950's cuisine since 1986. Now available in Qatar!|
|Hop on board, eh?|
I resorted to asking strangers for directions. I managed to get 1) from the airport, 2) to the film festival production offices to pick up my badge:
|My ticket to fancy parties|
|Edmonton has the largest park of any city in the world...|
|...yet all anyone knows about this place is the "big mall."|
|Not pictured: full stove, full fridge, microwave, tea kettle, pots and pans, strainer. WTF?|
I then watched the opening night film (Score! A Hockey Musical), which was actually really awesome despite the film's terrible poster art. It was kind of like Dr. Horrible's Sing-a-long Blog, but with Hockey. It was also really, really Canadian, but in a charming way.
Following that I got incredibly drunk on Malbec at the opening night gala, stumbled back to my hotel room, and slept for 12 hours. The End.