Palm Springs Wrap Up

Living a week straight off of fried appetizers, well alcohol, and beer will tend to take a toll on one's body. The final days of Palm Springs made me appreciate sobriety and salad.

Mike and Pat also came out on Friday night a little after Beneville got there. Allegedly they came out to party, but the snail trail marks that led from the hotel room to where their cars were parked seemed to suggest something else. The story we got from them was that Mike got sick off of rope pills and that they were upset that they couldn't hang out with us when we went to one of the parties. Fair enough. They were also disappointed with the lack of ladies.

This is next day at our pool. Great instincts guys. It would be tragic to wander into this cage of loose drunk chicks surrounded by nothing but gay or gross out-of-shape men that have nothing to offer them. That sad balding man in the bottom right corner is a visual metaphor for your pathetic display of game-quitting. Just sitting there looking out at all the ladies having fun, wishing he had somewhere to put his weiner.

Robin was getting his clean pants on for the party on Friday night.

Matt, Matt, and Colter on a three-way conference call with each other.

UPDATE: Matt's movie is now listed on IMDB.com. Please go to Darling Darling's IMDB listing and say some good shit about this movie if you have seen it.

Have you ever wondered what it looks like when a nerd learns something new? Wonder no more.

Bento on parade.

I mentioned on the previous post that the local mall was sort of depressing…

…this guy agrees. He was sleeping long enough for me to take a few pictures and reflect on how much I appreciated being on my side of the counter.

After days of being hit on by gay men, Robin finally got upset enough to do something about it.

• Exhibit #1: Sticker on shirt.
• Exhibit #2: Three mothers all up in his shit.
• Exhibit #3: Arms reverse akimbo to show he is ready to party.

Ha! This guy brings a smile to my face. He was everything that's cool about random drunk guys. He made funny faces like the one in the picture above. He cussed a lot. He made no sense. And he was easy to mock without him knowing. He gave us his business card so in return I gave him a business card of the sweet Asian lady who made crepes at the hospitality center.

Colter tried to light Robin's ice cream on fire. It didn't work, but it did get Robin to violently spit ice cream on the sidewalk and exclaim that it tasted like lighter fluid.

By the end of the third party, every person from the festival had one of our lighters. Bento Productions promotes smoking and drinking as long as it is while watching one of our films.

We stopped at the outlet stores on the way home. I know outlets usually get items that didn't sell very well in the regular stores, but I can't imagine how these gems didn't fly off the shelves the first time around. The Palm Springs Film Festival was rad. We spent lots of time eating and drinking all the free shit. I got some goodie bags, one of which included Kenneth Cole cologne; Colter got a women's shawl compliments of Rubio's Fish Tacos. We met some good people and saw some sweet films. I think my favorite part of the whole trip was when we met some guy who said the coolest thing ever:

"If you want to see a wrath of gash, break me up with my girlfriend."

Brilliant.