At many parties this Toronto, it seemed to this guest that the proudest people were not the producers with hot films, agents on the verge of sale or exec's who discovered some new talent; no, that distinction fell to the sprinkling (well sometimes deluge - and I mean deluge in the best sense of the word) of Torontonians who managed through deft maneuvering to either wrangle an invite or slip past the ornery door men. "I'm the only pharmaceutical rep here!" was on often heard boast. Maybe this says something about the social equality in the Canadian mindset or maybe it's just that big of an honor to see Cuba Gooding Jr. party in a cowboy hat. I wish I knew.