Love that I am missed when I fly undercover for a few days and it would seem that according to the debonair Mr. Gustin, missed I was the last couple of days of the Yorkton Film Festival, as I flew undercover on something salacious and mysterious. So for those of you that caught my kerplunk on the dance floor at Rayzer’s Pub Friday night (otherwise known as ‘Why Not to Let a Man Doing Shooters Dip You’), I am just fine and was strutting my swagger for the truly awesome fiddler at the Silver Spur Saturday night.
For the rest of you that are wondering what the above garbledy goop is all about, I was at the 65th Annual Yorkton Film Festival (oldest film festival in North America) the past few days and the Friday tends to be epic, involving the elusive Prairie lobster, locals, booze, bonfires, shotguns and this year, Stephen Maguire. Needless to say I was in my element (and out shot Katrina German AGAIN!).
Still not sure what it is that I am talking about? Well, maybe these videos from the 2011 Yorkton Film Festival will help …
… or at the very least, hopefully they won’t confuse you further.
Speaking of 2011, where the BEEP are you Scott Leary??? Hardy was there!
More pictures from the epic night to come!
Golden Sheaf Prairie Kisses,
PS. In Full Disclosure: As always, the opinions and thoughts shared here are our own and honest ones. We are bought out by no one. In the spirit of disclosure, it should be noted that on this trip, our expenses were paid by the Yorkton Film Festival, where we were speaking.