A Soggy Afternoon in the Press Room at the Independent Spirit Awards
At one point several weeks ago, it seemed like a great idea to get LAist into the press room at the Independent Spirit Awards. After all, we are more than just a group blog now. We're a really fucking huge group blog that gets a shitload of hits, right?
Right? Apparently, whoever makes the decisions to let press into the 'inner sanctum' agrees because last week I managed to pick up two press passes. One for me and one for a photographer who is right now running around the press area with a beat-up old Polaroid because "it's wet out, right? Plus it's just your fucking website so it doesn't have to be good. Whatever."
I'm not, however, important enough to warrant a reserved seat at one of the tables so right now I'm hunched over my laptop in a corner trying desperately to keep the rain off my keyboard.
Plus, I'm in desperate need of a drink and they haven't even handed out the first award yet.
A few choice moments from the wet afternoon after the jump...