Before you start professing that you are knocking 'em dead

After party following Film Premiere

Wore a short, skimpy frock and my mother's 1970s shit-brown Shaft coat that made all the boys go "eww". But a young woman really loved my pink and gold unicorn necklace.

Yummicoco: thanks! its from Boutique F21 (forever 21. shush!).

young woman: really?! it reminds of "The Last Unicorn". Do you remember that story?

no.

Then I talked to a man that hated working with Christine Vachon, my idol who drinks her coffee black and like cats and poll-o string cheese.

Man: I sat in a car with her while she bad-mouthed Todd Haynes! You don't do that to one of your directors!

yes, you do. or maybe I am just used to being abused at any place that I work?

As a stood close to a man chatting with his good filmmaker friend, I stuffed my mouth with crudites and overheard him talking about someone who was "adorable". Drunk off persecco, I leaned over to him suggesting that "he should go for it".

His response?

A wink.

I later realized that he was talking about a little girl that was silently reading her book while she waited for her media parent to stop networking.

Later, I summed up the movie that we saw to another person.

yummicoco: I guess everyone needs a daddy.