Welcome to Barton Road.
I’ve been informed that it’s a private party “for the production team, EA faculty and media.” Guess this means I shouldn’t tell all my friends to show up at 9:45 in a big drunken lump. Although that could be fun.
I suppose I’ll have to iron my pants to go play at Tribeca. I’ll put on some deodorant. Wax my moustache. I bet there’ll be lots of good food. I hope so. Rock makes me hungry.
Then on Wednesday morning I’m gonna turn around and head right back to the country.