-- You know who probably loves Sundance more than anyone? Towing companies. I’ve seen three cars towed from the Fresh Market parking lot since I got here at 10 this morning. And I’ve only managed to walk through it three times on my way to and from the theater. Between that and parking tickets, I bet there’s thousands of dollars coming in just because of people not paying attention.
And I bet that because I’ve noticed this, I’ll get back to where I parked and either find a boot on my tire or my car will be gone all together. God I hope not.
-- Since I have a press pass, my e-mail address has been given to every publicist in Park City. This is a good thing as well as a bad thing. Good because I found out that I can go to a panel with Russell Simmons next week and found out official times for the Banksy documentary right as they became available.
Bad because I get e-mails like this: “Acoustic benefit for Haiti earthquake victims at Harry O’s this afternoon, featuring Pras from the The Fugees. This invitation is for celebrities and VIP only.”
I am neither of those, but I didn’t want to go anyway. That’ll show them.
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