More Than A Minute

More Than A Minute: TIFF Diary Day Three

Opening my eyes I could see the rain outside the window. Wouldn’t it be nice to just relax in bed all day, cosy inside while it’s raining outside? I thought to myself, turning to see Nadia still asleep next to me. But no, I have to get up and get to work. Though when your “work” consists of interviewing Matthew McConaughey and seeing films, you can’t really complain too much.

More Than A Minute: TIFF Diary Day Two

“Jake!!” I said, exasperated, “Every time I interview you… which sure, has only been two times… I tell you how I’m your future wife! One day, you’re going to remember me and you’re going to get it!” Over the next five minutes he laughed and joked about our morning coffees, our future children, and was genuinely charming. I stammered about holding my pee, wanting a hug, and was genuinely creepy. The girl timing our interview was trying to wrap me up, but with no avail. I didn’t want to leave the room.

More Than A Minute: TIFF Diary: Day One

Carefully, I peeled open my eyes, one after the other and waited for the pounding to start. Yep, there it was, right on cue. Though what did I expect after that many margaritas? Squinting at my phone, I saw the time: 5:53am. I have to get up. I have to go to the airport. I also saw I had ten or so texts.