Friday?

There is no concept of time here in Cannes.  If I didn't have a calendar with me all I would know is that when the sun is up I am meant to be working on the beach and when the sun is down I am meant to be dressed up and partying around the Croisette.  So yes, after some double checking I realized that today was Friday.

I promised Celine, my roommate, that we would go out tonight.  So after a whole day of meetings and sun I had to muster up the energy to get ready for a night to go out with Celine.  I wanted to make sure that she had a good night because she has done so much for me since I've been in France, I mean real gone above and beyond anything I could have hoped for in a random roommate.

Since we didn't have any invites to any parties this night, I told her to just get ready, look good, and that we would walk around and see which beach parties we could get into.

We started off at the Carlton Hotel, which is probably the best hotel on the beach.  From what I understand it is where all of the celebrities stay and for a glass of champagne there it costs 25 euros.  Needless to say I didn't have a drink there with Celine but we went in there to see a couple of the new interns who were sitting at the bar.  They received intelligence that The Carlton Hotel was were Brad and Angelina were staying, so they were very intent on seeing him there.  That really wasn't what I had in mind for mine and Celine's night so after that we met up with Amy (you'll remember her from my Amsterdam posts) and the three of us headed over to the Martinez Hotel which is further down the beach but a couple of the old interns were having a drink there.  Celine was so ecstatic to be in the Martinez because you aren't allowed in there during the festival unless you have a badge for the festival.  So it is somewhat exclusive in there but you still have to pay for drinks.  So we took some pictures in there and decided to go to a party that had an open bar.

We heard that the annual Abu Dabi party was happening on the beach so Celine and I broke off from all of the ladies and decided it would be easier to get in if we weren't in a group of 10 girls.  We were waiting outside the gates of the party for maybe ten minutes when, in all honesty, this creepy guy was standing inside the gates and he kept staring at Celine and I.  Normally this kind of behavior would send me running but if it was a way into the party, I decided to take the bait.  I went over and started talking to him and he asked us if we were coming to the party, after telling him that we would love to come but we didn't have any invitations.  After hearing this he opened the metal gate to let us in.  We later learn that he was the main person at this party but seeing as I am not all that into the Bollywood scene, I kind of missed that. 

But as we were walking down the stairs to the party, Celine is poking me in the back and squealing because she is so excited to be in.  So much for playing it cool but I was glad she was happy to be there.

There was a lot of dancing and sitting on the beach in giant beach bag beds.  Later in the night, the guy who let us in invited us into the VIP section and Celine and I were smoking hookah and chatting with the people in there.  It was a fun night and Celine managed to take one of the wine glasses home as a souvenir.

 Au Revoir!

M