Rather a quiet day at the Impact Film Festival and RNC on Tues. Hurricane largely passed, no teargas clouds drifting across our entrance, security under control. Oh yeah, of course there was that little BOMB SCARE.
Right as we were getting ready to open our doors for our afternoon film, The Accidental Advocate, a sudden influx of stern-faced uniformed police and ATF guys alerted us that we were in for another surprise. The Archies, our coffee-klatch of security guys, were suddenly and uncharacteristically serious. A "suspicious package" had been found adjacent to our building and within minutes we were on total lock-down, unable to move away from or into the building.
Toto, we're not at Sundance anymore.
In the middle of the day (confession alert) the Impact girls felt the need for a little retail therapy, so we took an extended lunch break to hit the boutiques in the area. Fertile ground. Since the weather here has been unexpectedly chilly (perhaps Minneapolis/St Paul has already used up it's allotted 27 minutes of good weather this year) it wasn't so much a splurge as a thermostatic necessity. That's our story and we're sticking to it, as Chevy Chase, on the Convention floor last night, might say. It was a successful excursion, and there is now an official Impact Film Festival Wrap, which many of us own and which we have promised each other not to wear on the same day to the same events in DC.
Not so many protesters during the day, though there was a big march in the evening which devolved into more teargas and SWAT teams, Uncharacteristically, we missed that one.
I did enjoy this float, coming down the street in the middle of the day past the Xcel Center.
They were in Denver as well with an inflatable donkey instead of an elephant. The float was attached to a van advertising a XXX service. I'd be interested to see their numbers - I wonder at which Convention they got a bigger bump in traffic to their site.
