NYFF Opening Night

I’m the midst of recovering from a very late, excessively drunken celebration of the opening of the New York Film Festival. Among my highlights: Getting engaged to a woman, planning entirely male stripper-oriented joint bachelor/bachelorette party with said woman, slurring a confession to an Entertainment Weekly editor that I’d subscribed to the magazine since I was 5, nonsensically explaining Canadian politics to many an uninterested party guest, riding from Central Park to the West Village in a limo for reasons I’m still not clear on, spilling vodka (and I swear, this was actually before I was remotely drunk) all over a very well groomed stranger and then running away when he looked mad, and vomiting on the street outside “my apartment” at 6 in the morning.

Some pics after the jump… I had expected more since the camera was being tossed around to various people throughout the night, but it was a slim batch.