|Mojitos way too early|
|Me & Nate Ruess. We are so BFF now|
I met John Popper of Blues Traveler. I spotted Michael Cera. Stevie Nicks. David Grohl.
I watched my husband at his finest, putting on the amazing CatDance festival. We drank cat cocktails, watched cat videos, wore cat ears and got temporary cat tattoos all while listening to some famous D.J spin tunes. It was a blast.
We saw a couple of amazing movies. Sound City and Blood Brothers. Blood Brother was particularly memorable and moving and I encourage everyone I know to see this when it comes out. It was an ironic movie to see while at Sundance. The film is a documentary about Rocky, a regular guy, who gives up everything to live and work in India at an AIDS orphanage. It was a room full of privileged wealthy people viewing a movie about people who have nothing. Talk about juxtaposition.
I wasn't ready to come home. Who would be? While it was a bit grotesque to see rich people collecting free designer boots and bags while the rest of us slops got nothing, and the pace was hard to keep up with it was a wonderful escape from reality. For one weekend I lived and breathed the same air as the rich and famous. I was "on the list" and wore pretty clothes. I danced and drank and slept in late.
I'll never forget my weekend at Sundance...