saturday. the real party was supposed to happen. get a call while i’m sitting in bill’s room eating some brie for break-i and they say the party in cancelled. oops. weather conditions are not allowing the ferries across the water, plus the floating stage is a big nightmare. major damage control all day to deal with the peeps that were flying in. ok, i did take part of the cloudy day to sit in a cafe eating fruits de mer with chris from roundpoint while he loaded me up on vino blanco.

damage control

night came. went down to the yacht to see if any partners were there. the hiphop boys were back in full swing, so i joined them onboard. had porn stars coming up and telling me that i was a bit crazy on friday night. i find that somewhat worrysome that porn stars tell me i am crazy. they are the ones who take it up the ass for $500. anyways. was supposed to go to gabrielle salvatore’s private party, but we lagged so by the time we went it was closed. welpers. went over to the martinez hotel - super plush, unlike the cannes beach ghetto residence youth hostal extraordinare with green polyester duvets and 4 hangers.

jules, belen, and i were all completely fab. and i have to point out how handy belen’s 20,000 languages helped out in roaming the streets of cannes. every time a boy would yell stuff to us - be it in german, russian, spanish, or japanese - belen always had a nice retort back in their language - which blew everyone away. V GOOD girl to travel with! props to prisacom!

the peeps

stopped off to get some beverages after the long haul to martinez. v&t’s thank you very much. i was a bit sad that france lacks in cranberries just as spain does. what is wrong with these people? hasn’t anyone ever heard of a cosmo for fuck sake? ran into more folks seeking excitement and adventure. grabbed the crew and headed off to the ever expensive VIP room.

the boat

VIP room was packed and the party was hip hop happening. bellen managed to find the youngest boy in the crowd and salsa/tango with him. my saxophone player from the earlier adventure was there and recognized me. i’m a sucker for some live jazz fest over a housey beat so i was giving him lots of love. bill did he ‘thrash’ dance as a going away present for the people of cannes. i’m sure they won’t soon forget almost being punched in the face by the mega tall white man with his eyes closed shadow boxing on the dance floor. i know that i won’t.

the dance

left belen and went back to the hotel with jules and javier. the gentleman javier purchased a nice big bottle of agua for jules and i and left us on our doorstep safe and sound. and to sleep we went…

sunday. woke up bright and early (not) and had some cuban food. went back to the hotel room of doom where we all decided to form the ‘toni ribas fan club’. scoured the dvd sampler pack in search of toni clips. found one. watched it 14 times. ok - we all formed a little crush on toni during our weekend. obviously.

finally time to go. got all of the fabulous outfits back into the suitcase and into the trunk of the BORA BORA. christian informed jules and i that we were not allowed to speak. this was not too much of a problem for me (for a change) seeing as i had lost my voice the previous evening screaming “a la puta calle” to people. so we rode back to barcelona in silence. although, jules and i did text message each other so as not to disturb the grandpa’s in the front.

the end.

got the voice back, in case you were wondering.