NFB Party

On the top floor of the Executive House Hotel, after Citizen Sam was an National Film Board get-together. Proscuitto wrapped cantalope. I was curious, but not daring enough. After a tasty beverage, I got my yap on, met most of the Producers at the NFB, and threw my name around the water cooler, "that Scott Amos sure is something, It's all I keep hearing about, Scott Amos, Scott Amos." Hopefully they didn't notice I was talking to myself, my name sunk in, and will ring a pleasant, if not peculiar, bell when I come pleading for assistance. A little underhanded, perhaps, but I was having fun. I ducked out to see the McLaren screening before I embarrassed myself too much, phew.