Meeting Michael Fassbender and Brad Pitt.
My pic with Brad is awkward, because I could barely hit the button, so apologies. I was really impressed with him. He got out of his car before it reached the red carpet… then proceeded to walk down the entire gate-line and got to everyone. I’d heard he was one of those celebrities that is rated very highly for his interaction with his fans… and this was proof. He was such a gentlemen.
Michael Fassbender was an absolute star. So polite. So lovely. He signed my arm and gave me a big smile and laugh afterward, then when I went to the backstage door, he indulged me with a photo. Super nice. Super attentive to his fans, also.
And both are insanely attractive. How the fuck is it that Brad Pitt doesn’t age?
Saw Benedict again, but all he did was wave and go inside. Then he came out the stage door, and signed about three people’s things, and then got in the car. Doesn’t really seem in the mood for too much interaction.
…Did that stop me from tossing a playlist I made for him through his car window and into his lap?
So all around, mission accomplished.
I’m done now. Braving the crazy crowds for TIFF is only kind of worth it. But I hate crowds. And I hate listening to the immature, inane chatter that goes on behind me. And I hate being pushed flush against the guard rail.
To bed now.