CANNES ’99 DIARY: Day Eight — Home
by Dan Myrick
We’re on our way home. The marathon plane ride back to the states was infinitely more tolerable than our way into France. It’s the luck of the draw. This time, no screaming kids, no clanking food trays in the plane’s kitchen a row behind my head, just peace and quiet for the most part. I was able to surprise my brain with a little shuteye being that it was such a rarity while in Cannes. Everyone around me that was also coming from the event seemed to be going through various states of decompression as well. Val Kilmer was on our flight, sitting about fifty rows ahead of me, if you know what I mean. He looked to be going through the motions just like the rest of us. I never thought I’d come back from the French Riviera needing a vacation.