Party at the Palms Pool: my kind of party! In my many years of attending CineVegas, the outdoor parties have always been on top of my personal list, as they make for great mingling and enjoying the balmy (or super-hot, depending on the year) evening with plenty of room to wander around. This year is no different: last night’s party at the Palms Pool was a hit.
With a little help from Mother Nature, the brass handles on the doors at the Palms don’t have to be wrapped in towels yet, which is great because you can pick an outfit without having to worry whether it will stick to your thighs. After a fantastic screening of 500 Days of Summer – one of the top movies in this festival thus far for me – we joined the masses heading for the pool. My husband, who’s usually more of a movie than party guy, agreed to join me. The CineVegas party coincided with the 702.tv party, which is part of the same Greenspun family of companies. The Palms Pool is a good choice for an outdoor event – lots of different places to sit (including swanky cabañas), a large pool deck to walk around and mingle (and enough room to dodge an ex should you happen to run into one), and several bars, which were efficient at keeping the Grey Goose flowing. I didn’t try the evening’s signature cocktail – vodka with lemon soda and sour — and stuck to trusty old vodka and cranberry. I ran into many friends, former co-workers, movie folks, and had the chance to catch up with my former big boss Danny Greenspun, who’s always a delight to be around. We also saw Jack Nicholson, who caused a bit of a stir; until word got around that he was a look-alike. Or perhaps it was him, having fun in “disguise”? Probably not, but people were intrigued.
While I missed the live band while in the movie, the DJ was spinning some great music – and just loud enough to move to, but not too loud to prevent conversation. The 702.tv party was hosted mainly on the second floor deck that overlooks the main pool, but both parties were one big happy family (because, well, they quite literally are). By the time we left, the line to get into Rain, which was also part of the CineVegas package, was insanely long. After a few days of movies and parties, I tend to forget what day it is, but was reminded by the hundreds of girls in short dresses trying to walk in high heels that it was indeed Friday night in Vegas.
Summer, movies I wouldn’t be able to see anywhere else all year, top-notch parties, great weather, fantastic drinks, friends – no wonder this is my favorite week of the year. Tonight at Moorea I must do a better job at distinguishing where the concrete ends and the sand begins (quite hard to tell when it’s packed and raked) so I can prevent another three-inch heel-stuck-in-sand incident. Day four: here I come.