Writing amongst the iW bloggers is one thing, going out with them is a whole other story.

Last night began at the DGA when a friend and I watched the final evening of films presented by the Columbia University Film Festival.

To make a long and colorful story short; I awoke to my mother's voice saying "wake up, the Verizon guy is outside" on my answering machine, opened my eyes and saw a well-endowed shirtless woman lying next to me, I looked to my left and saw The Rabbi sound asleep.

FYI: Both the Rabbi and I were fully clothed...honestly.

I'd go into detail but my storytelling skills are, quite frankly, undesirable.

Now I know to take extra precaution when in the company of a Texan, a Floridian and a few NYers.

Yo! You guys like my movie and don't invite me out to a night of debauchery? I coulda had my own bar joke in the morning too and had my mom worried about my mental well being ('cept she woulda done it in Spanish)! Granted, I've never met you guys (have I?) but strangers are always cooler than the friends you know are lame. And no one would've gotten in more trouble than they already did. 'Cept the Rabbi. He sounds like a bad ass.

As Elizabeth's mother do I need to tattoo her forehead with a "Do Not Serve" sign because clearly she does not know when to stop.
Stand up to that look!!

"Well-heeled?" You mean well-endowed, don't you? Not so much well-heeled. And no, I left my socks on. Wasn't in a proper bed, wasn't planning on falling asleep and putting dirty socks on "the day after" is a heinous experience!

yo rabbi....I hope that you took your friggin socks off...and who was the "well heeled" lady ??

I was NOT fully clothes. I had taken my shoes off.

I'm the friend who attended the Columbia Univ. Film Festival with Ms. Carmody. As such, I'm a witness to the events which led up to her waking up as the punch line in a bad bar room joke -- in bed with The Rabbi and the well-endowed woman. First of all, at the fest, I really enjoyed the short "Gay by Dawn." The writer-director, Jonathan London is a talented kid. His short is a skillfully-executed, hilarious parody. Next we headed to Tribeca for a bite and a couple of drinks, and ran into some of Ms. Carmody's friends (they're everywhere). The group included Kim, a really drunk girl whose boyfriend had just told her he loved her for the first time, over the phone, and worse, before she said it to him! Then on to the Indie Wire party at the Financial Center Marriott with an open bar, which was the beginning of Ms. Carmody's short, downward spiral. The vodka and tonics, heavy on the vodka, were free flowing. I ran into the Chris Chan Lee, a fantastic director and the D.P. of the first feature film I produced, who I hadn't seen in years. After the Indie Wire party closed down, a group of us ended up hitting a bar in the East Village. Ms. Carmody demanded another vodka tonic, though she had clearly been over served at that point. But, we gave in to her demands -- she had a look in her eyes like she wouldn't take no for an answer. I had one last scotch, said my good byes and exited before the Indie Wire folks could drag me down with them. I was relieved to make it home before dawn, and still not gay. And equally relieved that Ms. Carmody survived her big night out.