Amazingly, we got to Salt Lake City and then to our condo in
Park City. I have to tell you that this is incredibly weird for me, because it
was only two weeks earlier, that I was out here with my family for a holiday ski
trip. We had wonderful family time, skied our brains out, big family dinners, hot
coco, crazy jumps into the hot tub, pajama movie nights, and everything
wonderful. So now, as we come into
town, I’m thinking to myself , “Look there’s the grocery store that we shopped
in. There’s ski base where we got candy apples and chocolate dipped
marshmallow. We parked there and there and…” now really miss my family!!
I try not to look homesick, as we drag our suitcases down
the stairs, through the complex to our little condo. Jonny and Robin are already there, and so is Corey. We met
on the set of Black Metal, but I don’t think he remembers me. That’s cool though. When I’m on set, I’m
super focused and not the most social person. Anyway, Kat and I dump our stuff in our room and all of us get
ready to hike over to Sundance Headquarters for our badges.
As we make our way there, it starts to sink in that I’m here
at Sundance. The real Sundance Film Festival. OMG! We walk into the Sundance Headquarters in the Marriot, and
I’m trying to be all business, because if I walk around like a dork, I’m sure
I’ll be pegged for an imposter and sent home. So I try to walk the walk. We get
our badges. I try to look busy
with the festival schedule. Again, nobody points me out. I think I can do this.
I’m here on official business after all. But I still feel conspicuous. Maybe
everybody else does too. I look over at Kat. She seems to know the routine and
sees lots of people she knows. Lauren, who is documenting all of this for Arts
and Labor is preoccupied shooting video. Jonny’s been here before and it
totally cool with everything too. I look at my new Sundance badge and can’t
believe I’m actually here.
Back at the condo, I’m trying to make sense of the film
schedule, the party schedule and how the hell do I get to different places.
It’s like I’ve been shot out of a cannon.
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