A Thousand Miles From The Place I Was Born

Hey, wouldja look at that! Somebody didn’t get around to posting yesterday, thereby blowing the whole January NaBloPoMo thing to smithereens. I should be disappointed in myself, but you know what? I’m actually not. I had a busy day yesterday and didn’t get a chance. And if I start believing that the world will cease to spin just because I didn’t offer up a few trite words on my blog, well… somebody needs to shoot me.

So what did I do yesterday that was so darn exciting? For starters, I woke up at 5:00 am and hauled my happy ass into the hospital for a 12-hour shift. It was a busy day and if I had been a smarter woman, I would have headed home after my shift for a long soak in a bubble bath and called it a day. But because I seem to think that I’m 21 years old, I decided to join some friends of mine for celebrity-sighting in Park City.

For those of you who aren’t local, Park City is nestled in the mountains above Salt Lake City and is approximately a 45-minute drive from my house. And this time every year, it becomes home to the Sundance Film Festival, which lures all sorts of celebrities here. The heart of Park City is historic Main Street, and let’s just say it’s not very big. So when you add dozens of celebrities and hundreds of people trying to catch a glimpse of them… well, it’s a bit chaotic, to say the least. But my friends and I thought it would be fun to mingle with the beautiful people and see what we could see. So what did we see? What did we do?? Here’s the recap:

1. We discovered that even though it may have been smart to dress somewhat light in anticipation that it would be crowded, sweaty and warm in whatever club we ended up in, what we should have considered is that we would spend SEVERAL minutes standing outside and freezing our kahunas off. Thankfully, there was some sort of vent on the side of a building that intermittently spewed out a warm breeze and made it tolerable for a few moments.

2. We discovered that every club, jewelry store and art gallery on Main Street had been converted into a PRIVATE party, and being that we are not rich, famous OR well-connected, we weren’t welcome to crash said parties. That meant that the only thing open to losers like us were the restaurants.

3. We discovered that the celebrities were not frequenting the restaurants, but rather, the private parties that we were not invited to (see #2).

4. We discovered that the restaurants will not be happy if you take up a big table and only order appetizers and drinks.

5. We discovered that lesbians are aggressive and will discuss deviant sexual behavior RIGHT THERE AT THE TABLE. We also discovered that if you don’t know what they are talking about when they discuss this deviant behavior, it’s best to just act like you do. Because if you ask, they will tell you. IN GREAT DETAIL.

6. We discovered that talking about your boyfriend and how much you love him will not stop a lesbian from groping you when she says goodbye to you.

7. We also discovered that seeing this guy does not qualify as “celebrity-sighting” and will leave you quite disappointed:

Whereas, running into THIS guy will make up for it, because he’s the Big Daddy of Sundance:

8. But most importantly, we discovered that the best way to end a hectic, miserable day at work is to spend it with good friends and lots of laughter.

(Photos snagged from here and here.)