Saturday night’s sleep – 30 minutes on the deck of the boat, figuring I might as well keep quiet until the girls got up. So relieved to see poor Dave’s shoes on the deck. Wasn’t sure where he was going to sleep. Needed him here to play on Tara’s boat party, which looks like it will be canceled for rain. Dave is on call for a few other opportunities to play, wishing he was killing the time in Italy or just home already. Our big plan to busk on the beach has been foiled by rain and scheduling.
Anyone who has read my blog before knows that I am not a big name dropper, but I have to share how exciting Cannes has been. Last night was a dream for just about anyone on this planet. I went to the premiere of Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. It was such a good film. I walked the red carpet and everything. It was hard, actually. Don’t trip, don’t trip. So much adrenaline and flashing of bulbs. You look up and see yourself on the screen, like at a baseball game, except everyone around you is dressed to the nines. I marveled at Michelle Monaghan who was so joyous, graceful, never looking at her feet. I told her that I was impressed with her red carpet skills, that it was my first time to do something like that and that I have a new respect for it, especially for those on long dresses. I couldn’t believe it when she told me it was her first time too. They just happened to make a great film and there it was at Cannes, getting great reviews. She kicked butt! Natalie Portman was such a pro, it was scary. She floated up the stairs with her shaved head, looking stunning. I loved the film. LOVED IT.
After the film, I made my way down to a dock with my little invitation to the after party, having no idea what to expect. Before I knew it, I was shipped out to Paul Allen’s boat with about 200 people. I met, chatted, danced past sunrise with Kid Rock, Paris Hilton, Val Kilmer, Robert Downey JR. on the biggest personally owned ship in the world. I’m on the fence about whether to tell y’all all of this or stop name dropping. I might delete it after I post it…
We stepped off the shuttle onto a barge. It was like Madonna in her Material Girl video. 4 uniformed men placed me gently from the shuttle onto a chair on a barge where we submitted our shoes to a shoe check and slipped into little white house slippers before we stepped aboard The Octopus. The slippers gave the party an instant slumber party feel. We were wrapped in warm shawls at the top of the stairs. The first person I met was Kid Rock.
He introduced himself as Bobby.
“I’m sarah. I’m musician from Austin.”
“Really? I am a musician too.”
“You don’t say, I think I recognize you.”
“It’s the hat, it always a give away.”
He told me how much he loves Austin and about playing the Warped tour in ’97 in Austin and how he said “Thank you Houston” accidentally and got a ton of flack for it. From then on he introduced me as “Sarah the musician from Austin”.
On the tour of the ship, I kept telling the captain how this would be the ultimate experience for my dad. So I came home and wrote down as many details as I could remember for him. movie theater, pool, 2 submarines, 2 helicopter landing pads, stage, recording studio, 60 full time crew members including 2 helicopter pilots and a full submarine crew. We saw film footage of shipwrecks they have helped scientists explore, just for fun and just to help. 13 bedrooms sleep 30 guests. Place to pull your (for getting around) ship and 2 submarines in, like star wars. The ship has no anchor, just a supercomputer that uses GPS and jet propellers that keep it in place within an accuracy of 6 centimeters. Flag library for every country, because you have to fly the flag of whatever country’s waters you are sailing in (laws of the sea). I really wished I could have a picture of the flag library. They were all folded perfectly in cubby holes. I imagine a life of sailing around the world, pulling out a flag from some good old country we haven’t seen in a while.. “Oh hi Tunisia flag, we haven’t seen you since last summer.”
I skipped the last bit of the tour because the band was starting. Robert, Paul, Kid Rock all played on a big, permanent stage. Paul Allen is a really good guitar player. He has a professional band employed full time. They played classic rock. Robert Downey Jr sang his butt off and Paul played each solo, note for note like the original recording. I later asked his band leader if Paul can also let loose, improvise solos and he said yes. He said they have written hundreds of songs together. Very cool. R.D.J. has a chameleon voice that sounds like whoever he is covering, Sting, Jim Morrison, etc., but like Paul’s solos, it sounds just like the original recordings. I will look up whether he has recorded original material.
I like Paris Hilton. She is gracious, looks you in the eye, wasn’t checking anyone out. She only looked at my eyes. She sort of kept to herself and just danced all night. How else might you cope with being the center of that much scrutiny?
Still can’t believe it. We got back to land at 7:30am. As we walked down the dock, one guy in our group recognized some guys on their boat, still drinking. Table full of wine, champagne, liquor. We went aboard and drank for another hour. I walked 5 boats down to our ship “On My Honour” and slept on the deck until the girls woke up.