Hockey Night in TIFF

Our night cannot be described in words. But as writers, we’ll give it our best slap-shot.

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TIFF has landed. The Cowgirls decided to tackle two events yesterday – one with a beer theme and the other with a hockey theme; because since when is TIFF about the movies? Below is the outline of our night and how we went from being the cool, classy babe on a motorbike to being spoon-fed poutine in a corner by our date at 1:00 a.m.

Event #1: The Stella Artois Party.

We met up with our pony friend, Sean Ward, to video-blog and greet fellow writers well-known in the Twitterverse – one of which being an avid reader of Mushy Pony! (Really, people are reading this thing?) It was pretty much your average shmooze-fest over at the Drake‘s rooftop bar, except with everyone only drinking Stella and film folks constantly eying the door for M. Night Shyamalan. Us on the other hand, were fashionably late thanks to our dentist appointment at 2:30 – we didn’t foresee our lengthy explanation to the receptionist as to why 2:30 was such a hilarious time for a dentist appointment. Still don’t think she got it.

Courtesy of Mushy Pony

Courtesy of Mushy Pony

Here is Sean’s video from the party: (we make several awkward appearances)

Event #2: TIFF Opening Night at Liberty Grand.

Somewhat like the prom, our date for the night picked us up in a cab (driven by the biggest chatterbox in history) and together we prepared for our grand entrance at Liberty Grand. However, expecting no more than a few drink tickets and celebrity sightings, nothing could prepare us for the grandness that was: hockey rink dance floors, wings, beer, candy, chandeliers, gowns, disco balls – and that was just the first room. After a few glasses of Prosecco, we followed a neat little staircase hidden in the courtyard and “accidentally” wound up standing in the VIP section. Boom. Just like that – limitless Prosecco became limitless Moet. Just when we thought the night couldn’t get any better, we discovered the make-your-own poutine station and were soon found huddled in a corner gorging on cheese curds and gravy.

Courtesy of Mushy Pony

Courtesy of Mushy Pony.

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Courtesy of Mushy Pony

Only one day in, and we’re already in a major tiff with our liver.

– The Cowgirls.