Sometimes, being in a foreign place surrounded by open bar cocktail receptions, fun parties and bars full of your friends from all over the world is the best and most obvious excuse to stay out until 4am and get super wasted. And anyone who’s ever met me can probably confirm that I’m the last person to tsk tsk someone for having a few (or many) drinks or partying really hard or doing something super dumb at too-late o’clock.
But here’s the thing. Chances are, if you’ve gone through the hassle of getting all the way to Cannes, you’re probably here in a professional capacity. Few people shell out the dough exclusively to have a fun time. And if you’re here at least partially because of your career, then as fun as it is to go balls-out crazy at the open bar, you also have to think about the impression you’re making. You don’t want to be the guy who’s post-verbal and needs to be escorted home by a pal because everyone’s worried you won’t find your way alone. You don’t want to be the girl who gets overly confessional about personal or (even worse) confidential work-related info which really should be kept private. You don’t want to be the guy who is so hung over the next day that you sleep through a meeting or screening you’d been looking forward to. You don’t want to be the girl who gets a brutal cold halfway through the fest because you’re so run down from all the partying and lack of sleep.
I mean, sure. You do want to have a few funny stories in your repertoire, but think about where you’re at in your life and career before you become a party story that everyone tells. Are you already a powerful and well respected big-shot who runs a cool company and is universally beloved by the film community? Or perhaps you’re a hot, up & coming producer or director who everyone is desperate to work with and who’s recently been profiled in The Hollywood Reporter? Then by all means, also be the guy who took off all his clothes and jumped into a pool at a posh party. It’ll be a hell of an anecdote and you might get into the gossip columns (no such thing as bad publicity, right?). But if you’re just starting out, don’t be that guy. Keep in mind the fact that you are making an impression, and that people who you don’t realize are even around are watching you, and that they will remember these things, and that one day you might end up being the guy who’s “really fun to hang out with, but I don’t think I’d hire him”.
So, my advice to you is this: when you’re at festivals, pick one or two nights at which you know you’ll be staying out super late and rocking hard. Hang with friends, and let loose. Have the best time ever. And the rest of the time, when you’re out in the evenings: leave early. Be mysterious. Disappear into the night. Don’t close the bar or the party. Let everyone wonder if you’ve got somewhere better or cooler to be, and go to bed instead. And on the nights that you do rock out mega hard, don’t get that much more drunk than you’d want to be in front of your boss. Or your grandma.
(file under: Kat used to party and now she’s a fuckin’ buzzkill)
(also file under: real talk)