LOL @ TIFF 2012 Part 3: Starstruck with vitaminwater, Rob Stewart’s Revolution, Dining with Zac Efron and Oxford Beach’s hot-people rooftop

It’s TRUE, we are stars — My mom even said so.

And now that the stupid-film-festival-I-always-forget-how-much-I-hate-until-it-gets-here is finally over, we can all go back to feeling like the precious little stars we all are, as opposed to bothersome proles, annoying Canadians, unwelcome visitors in our own dang city.

No, I swear, I AM Ben Affleck, see? I just want to buy some coconut water from that shop... no? Okay, cool. Mr. Redford can keep the shop, I don't even care.

TIFF doesn’t come without its fun (see: all of the parties) but if you had to bicycle straight through Lightbox land on your way to and from work for 10 days straight, you’d get it. You couldn’t miss it.

The congestion, the screaming, the weary faces of star gawkers waiting for hours outside of theatres for someone famous – anyone at all even sort of famous, the men standing next to black SUV’s telling you NOBODY’S ALLOWED to bike through your favourite shortcut right now.

SAYS WHO? MAYOR SUSAN SARANDON? WADDAHEY?!?

Now that that’s out of the way, here are the rest of my 140 character party reviews (with photos, of course).

Regularly scheduled non-douchey blogging resumes shortly – and boy is there a lot to blog about, GAH!

For now though…

P.S. — This is my favourite piece of film festival coverage this year so far. It’s hilarious and so well done. Kudos, Sarah Lazarovic!