Cannes, canettes

I got to Cannes on Monday and had to walk uphill for like a million years to the cruddy vacation rental where we're being put up.

I forgot an important dress in Paris, my camera broke, I fell down and gave myself a burn-unit on my ankle and a goose-egg on my elbow, my sunglasses suspiciously disappeared during a fancy luncheon, my internship moved offices without telling me, and I still think French people are ehh. But then last night, I was running errands for my (found) internship, and outside the Palais des Festivals I saw dozens of excited people in eveningwear holding up signs saying "just one invitation please for Up."

We went to the late show, I snuck my camera in to take pictures of us in 3-d glasses and fancy dresses, and I cried during almost the whole movie, because it had Ed Asner and balloons and dogs and birds and a fat little Asian kid.

Now I'm sitting in a beach-view suite filled with tacky glass and red metal furniture, looking at pictures of puppies snuggling with a squirrel and trying to decide what to have for lunch for the next month.