Tuesday morning I treated myself to a much needed massage. Since July the packing up, selling, tossing out, moving, followed by a weekend on my feet volunteering, I decided I owed it to myself, And it was spa week, good deals. I found my new favorite massage therapist right around the corner, at Serenity Spa on 3rd Avenue. Perfect
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Wednesday I began my second foray into the festival world with the Food Film Festival (www.foodfilmfestival.com) Oh, what a time I had! The People were amazing, including many whom I had worked with the weekend before. I went in early and came home late and loved every minute of it. From its website: Born in Brooklyn in 2007, The Food Film Festival sprang from the imagination of Festival Director and Travel Channel host George Motz, the documentary filmmaker behind the award-winning Hamburger America film and book, along with co-creator Harry Hawk. Through documentaries, features and short films, the Festival showcases the best, and the most memorable, of the world’s favorite foods. Along with a heaping helping of mouth-watering films, Motz, Hawk and company serve up the food that guests are watching on the screen for a multi-sensory, full-bodied experience.
The Food Film Festival is a competitive film festival that presents awards in multiple categories including: Best Feature, Best Short, Best Super-Short, Best Food Porn, Food Filmmaker of the Year and the Audience Choice Award. The Official Selections of The Food Film Festival are reviewed by a judging panel comprised of esteemed members of the food and film communities.
The Food Film Festival, now in New York City, Chicago and Charleston, South Carolina, benefits important local non-profit organizations, such as the Food Bank For New York City, The Good Food Project and GrowFood Carolina. The Festival works hard to promote these operations and the excellent work they do.
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Crowd control for the FFF was not an issue as it was a much smaller affair. Most Everyone was great. Although Friday was a weird day for me. I was a bit off, and it was a “wine night”. Wine people can truly be snobs. (I love wine.) At one point I walked by the entrance where a lovely English Lady volunteer was handing out wine glasses. A man was questioning her on the wines begin served that night. She had no idea. At which point he began to berate her a bit. I went into the conversation, uninvited, and explained to man that there were six days and numerous events to the Festival. It would be almost impossible for Volunteers to learn everything on the fly. At which point he announced he ran lovely beer events where he trained his staff. I continued to “kill him with kindness” (when I wanted to punch him), and we ended up being grand friends..not. But, he was happy and pontificated with whoever would listen. Lovely English Lady and I became Festie buddies for the rest of the weekend.
Much like my love-hate relationship with walkie-talkies at the Wine Food Festival, I developed such a relationship with blackboards at the Food Film Festival. I became the resident sign maker on huge blackboards for the weekend, listing each day's sponsors and their menus. Who knew? They liked my Catholic school writing, all but the beer sponsor..too girly, I guess. I discovered a step ladder hidden in a closet and claimed it, carrying it around on my shoulder, feeling cool. I was given a gift on Friday a marker like chalk that was so much easier to wrote with..but wouldn’t erase. Another Volunteer told me alcohol. We were a food Film Festival with no “alcohol” available. Saturday morning I bought some rubbing alcohol; went down to the theatre and cleaned all the blackboards; and left happy. By the last day, I was given a great tip by the Founder of the Festival, dip the chalk in just a bit of water. The writing will start out light but dry into a nice, crisp font. I wanted to kiss him, but he didn’t seem the type to take to that sort of thing from a stranger. (Although by the end of the weekend there much much hugging. You know I love that!)
I do believe I may be figuring out what I want to do when I grow up. And, not just jokingly, I think Event planning, working as a freelancer, may be in my future. I am learning so much from the People I have worked with, and for, so far. I’m discovering what networking means at its truest sense. I like it. I would be great in this world. And, I guess that perhaps I made a positive impression for myself, as I have been invited to the Chicago Food Film Festival in November, as a volunteer. I think I’ll go! Continue with the learning process, and visit a city that has long been on my bucket list. Oh, and some of the People I worked with are already talking about a reunion get-together. (The Festival just ended two days ago..I guess we really hit it off.)
I am learning my limits in my old age, so I did take most
of Saturday off from the Festival. I
slept in, skipping Philosophy Class, which kind of bummed me out, and also made
me feel like a bit of a renegade. God, I’ve
been a good girl for so long, I love when I break the rules, even if they’re my
own! I met some Ladies for tea at Alice’s
Teacup in the afternoon. I have a network growing already. Both of these Ladies have mentioned how hard
it is to make Friends here. I am blessed. I’m finding it easy. I met one at a library class last spring, and
we’ve done a few fun outings together.
And, the other is my Philosophy class Friend. Both hit it off beautifully. Alice’s Tea Cup is yet another example of a brilliant
idea and it thrives. On weekend
afternoon there can be a two hour wait! There
are three shops scattered around Manhattan, and I luckily live close to the one
on 81st Street between 2nd and 3rd..
|Alice & Friends having Tea!|
Saturday evening I scooted across to, yes, Sojourn, for a bowl of their awesome butternut squash soup and to watch the Red Sox game (great game but a loss in a weird play that had all the Guys, and me, yelling!). I don’t have live TV at the Hx3. Kristi got a Roku box last year. Time Warner blew off an appointment I had set up last week, so I’ll just keep the Roku box with Netflix and Hulu. It’s cheaper than cable.
|From my Nephew in California to my Mom!|
So, the last couple of days, I have literally laid low, after another massage. Last night I went across the street to where they know my name, Sojourn, to watch “the Game.” Kristi joined me. We left and went to a proper sports bar on 2nd Avenue, Johnny Foxes, and watched our beloved Red Sox win another World Series. We ended the evening at Sojourn with a glass of bubbly to celebrate. (I always think of my Dad on these nights. God love Him. He never got to see the Sox win a World Series.)
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