Sundance continues. I was blessed to have sweet wonderful kind generous amazing friends shelter me from the crazy storm that socked Park City in piles of snow on Monday night after I helped with the British Film Commission party at High West Distillery. That party was a huge fun noisy party, as all parties at Sundance happen to be, but I have to confess that the parties that combine Brits and distilled whiskey are especially fun.
I don't think I've slept since before my birthday. I'm still celebrating. I've seen lots of really wonderful films and some films that made me cock my head sideways and wonder who on earth decided that making the film was a good idea in the first place? But then, you know, not all of us like the same flavor of ice cream. Which is why the aisles of the supermarket are filled with so very many choices.
Kudos to my dear friend, Ann Greenberg, for that photo. I think it captures me, at Sundance, pretty perfectly. It should be my calling card. I've got boots on the ground every single day. More soon. Promise.