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Oh baby, the Sundance Film Festival is upon us, and by us, I'm talking about the residents of Park City. It's not all and all a bad thing, but I have to tell you... it's draining.
It sucks that all of my favorite dive bars are transformed into posh, invite only, Hollywood bars-and believe me, I have spent enough time in bars that are, actually, in Hollywood to know how horrible they are.
There are way too many people in town that think they are important, that I couldn't give a shit about, but they insist I treat them like they are important - guess what? you're not.
On the flip side, there are way too many people asking about which famous people I've seen, hey I've seen a bunch but I'm not going to recant it for you, and I don't give shit anyways.
I have to walk to work, granted, I live about 3/4 of a mile from my work and usually walk, but navigating the streets is an absolute nightmare!
If I actually wanted to see a film, I couldn't get time off work = lame.
The vacation rental above my apartment is bound to inhabited by horrible, noisy party tourists that will keep me up at all hours of the day.
One of my best friends from California is coming out here early next week, and I couldn't be happier to see him.
I get to laugh at silly girls falling on the sidewalks all over the city - trying to wear skirts and 5" inch heels in the snow on very large hill is a bad idea.