Hot Docs Eve

Oh boy oh boy oh boy. I'm like a little girl on the night before the eighth night of Hanukkah. It's Hot Docs eve, or, as my people say, eruv Hot Docs.

In preparation for the festival, I dehibernatated my bicycle tonight in order to make sure i could get from point A to the Cumberland Theatre. Flat tires? Persistent and embarrassing squeak? Woefully inadequate brakes? I'm ready to roll. Through red lights.  

The reviews of my most recent entry, "A Roughly Slotted Schedule" are in! Occasional Dock Buddy writes: "Nice lineup, based purely on quantity and movie titles." Thanks ODB! And now to answer one lucky reader's e-mail. Jimmy from Toronto writes: "are we going out on friday? That would be swell [sic]" To which I reply, yes!

So...I better get going. I need to put together my festival survival kit tonight, which I'm excited to assemble this year because for the first time since I was five years old, I've started eating granola bars. Those little cartoon peanuts inside the no-entry signs are so persuasive, and not having to carry three pounds of ziplocked noodles in my purse is really going to lighten the load this year!

Hey, does anybody want to see Fightville at 9:30 tomorrow night? Come on, you know you want to. You know how much you love mixed martial arts. I know how much you love mixed martial arts. It's just like capoeira, only snuffier! But seriously, I'm hoping there will be footage of the women's MMA leagues - it's indisputably hot. My final point is that the movie is playing at the Winter Garden Theatre, an oasis of dollar store decorative foliage which is a must see, especially for those of you who suffer from a phobia of being stuck in a concrete stairwell for five flights of stairs with 640 strangers. You'll see what I mean.

Whatever, I'll just scalp them.