I’m at the 50/50 post-premiere party for the Toronto Film Festival, and I’m fuming at all the full-of-themselves under-40s who, in the middle of a super-crowded, celebrity-studded madhouse party (Seth Rogen and Joseph Gordon Levitt are sitting 20 feet away), order tray after tray of complicated mixed drinks from the bartender, tying her up for minutes on end. Just order wine or beer or straight shots, you thoughtless jerks, and give other people a chance to order what they want so everyone can have a nice time.
Update: There was one other bartender besides the woman I’m speaking of, and some guy darting in and out and delivering drinks on a tray. The prty could have used at least one more bartender, and two more would have been all the better.
