VIP style

So somehow my lady friend scored VIP passes to the film festival, so we went over bright and early and caught a showing of Vogelfrei this morning. After taking a few moments to cheer one another up (that shit was depressing) and getting our parking validated, we headed up to the hospitality room.

Getting there was like starring in the sequel to Labyrinth, minus David Bowie and only 1/2 as creepy. Actually, it wasn't creepy at all - the Ritz is (unsurprisingly) swanky, though in a WASPish, subtle way. Kind of like the place good Republicans would stay when visiting Cleveland; Dems favor places like the W.

Ironic, now that I think of it, huh?

Anyway, the air of the hospitality room was hospitable, though are culinary choices were pretty much candy, candy, or candy. That's cool, though - it was all free.

And the Ritz has some sweet spoons for stirring your coffee.