The London crew and I spent this past week at Cannes for the film festival, generally wreaking havoc, partying barefoot on boats, throwing glasses of champagne over our shoulders, and doing many other things which I, as an author of books for teens and tweens, should neither promote, advertise, nor advocate–in so many words.

The pictures, I think, speak for themselves:

“Robyn, can you stop playing paparazzi for one minute?”

*Looks around innocently* Who, me?

No, really? Yes, really! Chilling at the Hotel du Cap Eden Roc. F Scott Fitzgerald stayed here and used the hotel as his basis for the Hôtel des Etrangers in his novel Tender is the Night.

We have maybe crashed the Prophet after party.

There is nothing funnier than watching drunk ladies try to dance in their premiere gowns…

…Except maybe Alex deciding to jump into the pool in the middle of a black tie premiere after party–with all of his clothes on.

I lied. There is nothing funnier than watching Alex, sopping wet bowtie and soaked red trousers, rock the dance floor whilst dripping puddles of pool water with every step. Or maybe there is nothing funnier than everyone’s faces as they tried to figure out what exactly we were about. If they had asked, I would have gladly told them: POOL JUMPING, SON!

Stay tuned for Part II.