So I went to the Sundance film festival for a work event thing (Tava launch). Did a little snowboarding at the Canyons, but did not actually attend any screenings as I did not possess the requisite clout or connections get a ticket to anything that any non-movie industry human would actually want to watch.
I was offered a ticket to the “Trash: Earth in Crisis” documentary (which, ironically, the organizers promoted by handing out flyers and plastic buttons on street corners). I chose to skip it – I hate vegetable movies (you know, the kind that you feel obligated to watch because they’re “good for you” and you’ll “learn something”. I went shopping instead. I bought this tan strappy trapeze-style shirt that seemed very cute and trendy and flattering when the salesperson in the ultra-exclusive boutique was egging me on. I have since come to realize that it makes me look about six months pregnant and utterly stupid to boot. I’m sure it will fetch top dollar at the Salvation Army shop, so all is not lost.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed peeping the celebs on the streets of Park City. My first sighting was MashleyKate Olsen (I think it was the Mary Kate version but I’m not entirely sure). I got all excited because I saw her in a café and I thought for a minute that I might actually see her eat something. It was kind of like the feeling an anthropologist must have when they find out a bird they thought was extinct was building a nest in their chimney. But my hopes were dashed when she ordered a soy latte, lit up a smoke, and tottered off through the snowbanks in her ridiculously exaggerated skyh-high thick black platforms, looking like some sort of deranged blonde European garden gnome.
I also saw Matthew Perry, Jack Black, Perez Hilton (the ugly blogger guy) Matthew Broderick, Danny Glover, Mischa Barton, John Stamos, and Ian Ziering (the elders among us will remember him from 90210, the youngsters (and those with poor taste in reaity shows) from one of the myriad versions of Dancing with the quote unquote stars. I was also just a few people away from getting into the Fifty Cent party when the Park City fire marshall shut the place down. I hope Fiddy was still able to enjoy his evening without me.
We had some cool concert stuff – we hosted a Sara Barielles (of one-hit ‘Love Song’ fame) show, and another concert with One Repulic (your typical emo/alternative/rocky sort of deal) and Keri Hilson (whose biggest claim to fame to date was writing ‘gimmie more’ for Britney). The shows were good, I liked Sara quite a bit but since we already have a Fiona Apple, a Tori Amos, an Alicia Keys, and about a hundred other indie-folky-piano playing songstresses running amok, I’m not sure about her longevity potential past this one hit song that she currently has.
Keri Hilson – wow. She just looked like a fierce Amazon. Just huge, aggressive breasts (that appeared to be real), and legs like bam stuffed into some sort of latex black catsuit getup. I can’t recall a note of what she actually sang because I was so busy being fascinated/repulsed by her appearance. The men in my group agreed she was hot in a scary kind of “find me attractive or I’ll f&%$ you up” kind of way. Again, the singing, don’t remember so much, so good luck with that, Keri Hilson!
I was offered a ticket to the “Trash: Earth in Crisis” documentary (which, ironically, the organizers promoted by handing out flyers and plastic buttons on street corners). I chose to skip it – I hate vegetable movies (you know, the kind that you feel obligated to watch because they’re “good for you” and you’ll “learn something”. I went shopping instead. I bought this tan strappy trapeze-style shirt that seemed very cute and trendy and flattering when the salesperson in the ultra-exclusive boutique was egging me on. I have since come to realize that it makes me look about six months pregnant and utterly stupid to boot. I’m sure it will fetch top dollar at the Salvation Army shop, so all is not lost.
Nonetheless, I enjoyed peeping the celebs on the streets of Park City. My first sighting was MashleyKate Olsen (I think it was the Mary Kate version but I’m not entirely sure). I got all excited because I saw her in a café and I thought for a minute that I might actually see her eat something. It was kind of like the feeling an anthropologist must have when they find out a bird they thought was extinct was building a nest in their chimney. But my hopes were dashed when she ordered a soy latte, lit up a smoke, and tottered off through the snowbanks in her ridiculously exaggerated skyh-high thick black platforms, looking like some sort of deranged blonde European garden gnome.
I also saw Matthew Perry, Jack Black, Perez Hilton (the ugly blogger guy) Matthew Broderick, Danny Glover, Mischa Barton, John Stamos, and Ian Ziering (the elders among us will remember him from 90210, the youngsters (and those with poor taste in reaity shows) from one of the myriad versions of Dancing with the quote unquote stars. I was also just a few people away from getting into the Fifty Cent party when the Park City fire marshall shut the place down. I hope Fiddy was still able to enjoy his evening without me.
We had some cool concert stuff – we hosted a Sara Barielles (of one-hit ‘Love Song’ fame) show, and another concert with One Repulic (your typical emo/alternative/rocky sort of deal) and Keri Hilson (whose biggest claim to fame to date was writing ‘gimmie more’ for Britney). The shows were good, I liked Sara quite a bit but since we already have a Fiona Apple, a Tori Amos, an Alicia Keys, and about a hundred other indie-folky-piano playing songstresses running amok, I’m not sure about her longevity potential past this one hit song that she currently has.
Keri Hilson – wow. She just looked like a fierce Amazon. Just huge, aggressive breasts (that appeared to be real), and legs like bam stuffed into some sort of latex black catsuit getup. I can’t recall a note of what she actually sang because I was so busy being fascinated/repulsed by her appearance. The men in my group agreed she was hot in a scary kind of “find me attractive or I’ll f&%$ you up” kind of way. Again, the singing, don’t remember so much, so good luck with that, Keri Hilson!
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