I was there.
With 4 tickets gifted to me through the generosity of others.
I was there.

Dressed up to the latest runway style, accompanied by my I.H.C.B. (Incredibly Hot Chef Boyfriend) and his two friends (Simon & Robin), we hit the red carpet!

We entered the exclusive, invite only party at York Quay with onlookers peering hungrily from the side lines waiting for a glimpse of the hottest film stars. Unfortunatly, we are far from film stars, but, we strutted our stuff as calm as we could muster and non-chalantly handed in our tickets while jealous eyes shot daggers at us!

Once in, it was massive! Soft florescent lighting lined tented ceilings, while comp bars dominated landscapes dotted with suspended floral arrangements and catering stations. Eager party goers, drank, devoured and danced the night away while attempting to keep up appearances.

Miss Canada International and Miss Toronto Tourism were in attendance and acquired admittance into the VIP area which reportedly held LL Cool J. I sadly did not wear my sash, and therefore had to stay in the area of the great unwashed with Marilyn Thomson (one of the wealthiest people in Canada!), her son and his friend. Such wonderful people! But, the humour in this did not escape me! Miss Toronto Tourism, looking less classier than a street side harlot walked freely into the VIP area, run by the development department. She has little pull, little expendable income and little clout. Then an individual with the capacity to gift a large amount to the TIFF capital campaign was denied access.

There were no hard feelings, just jovial attitudes!

NOW PINK WAS THE COLOUR TO SPORT THAT EVENING! Pink is no longer just reserved for stomach remedies! See below for the photo of "Pinker Pan", sequins, feathers and shoes to match, she toddled around the party stealing giggles from the pretentious to feed their souls. Her faux pas may have been entirely intentional!

So finally after 3 hours of eating and drinking we left the party, looking as fabulous as when we arrived!

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