My comperes and I, see above, having completed those tasks for which we were brought here, are finding it difficult to leave.
Our session this morning at the Sarasota Film Festival was lovely. Edward regaled the crowd with note-perfect renditions of W. Allen and M. Brando. When I tried to kick something in anecdote-wise and began recalling a breakfast with F.F. Coppola, Brian (who's looking like he's posing for a mug shot here) said, "You just dropped something." I paused, looked to my feet. "I think it was a name, " Brian helpfully suggested. Oooh. Teh burn.
A good chat. Wish you were there. (The part in which Edward and Brian fessed up on how they took a couple of movie execs at poker was worth the price of admission, and more, for the lovely crowd.) And now we're all still here, because NYC is all shut down.
More later, when we're all safe home.
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