Coffy lets out roughly an hour earlier than A League of Their Own. Take one last look at the neon glow of the Boulevard on your way back to your room. The festival says goodnight and goodbye with one final closing night party at the Hollywood Roosevelt. Some dress up, some put on their finest Hawaiian button-downs. Honestly, I’ve never been able to attend because I’ve always caught the last flight home on Sunday. This would have been my first closing party as I’d booked an early Monday flight. Alas.
Hopefully I’ll feel well enough to have a small drink on Sunday night to toast the end of another TCMFF from afar. Attendees will say some tearful goodbyes and stagger back to their rooms. I’m sad thinking about my various “last days” and I’m just sitting outside, all by myself, at a coffee shop, still wearing a KN95 on the off-chance I’m still a little bit contagious after more than a week with this nasty little bug fighting my immune system. COVID-19 has kept friends apart for years and my own poor luck has extended that timeline. But we’ll always have the movies to comfort us.
I hope my series of posts have inspired you to consider a trip to a future TCMFF. Maybe I’ll even see you there