Raw weather, rawhide and ready for Sundance 2010!
Thank God Park City is too cold for PETA protesters. (Seriously – you ever notice how PETA works out of kind of cold places like NYC or not so cold places like LA, but they leave Chicago and Utah alone?). In preparation for Sundance, I went on weather.com and almost cried for my imaginary abuelita when it informed me that this year’s festivities fall directly in line with a snowstorm.
I will soon look like part of the Rebel Alliance.
Worried that Patagonia wasn’t going to cut it, I went out to a second hand store and snapped up a huge sheepskin thing with a fur hood. I look like Han Solo on Hoth in THE EMPIRE STRIKES BACK. I’m seriously wookie-d out on this. I also broke down and bought some waterproof Uggs. Ugh. But if there’s anything I hate more than being a clunky, sheeped out fashion disaster, it is being cold. Ironic, as I grew up in Ohio. You’d think I’d have gotten used to winter by now. And just in case, any PETA peeps do show up to harass me, be warned: I may be only 5 foot four inches, but I fight trailer trash style. Mess with my coat…and you mess with me and my broken bottle of Jack!
Meanwhile, Karl Froelich – my dachshund – is furious that I am leaving for so long. He took one look at my suitcase full of furry woolly things, noticed there was no doggie traveling bag next to it, and promptly grudge-pooped on the floor. I tried to explain that it was SUNDANCE… and that mommy needed to “work”, which is why I think he went in the bathroom as opposed to the living room. It’s his way of making a point, and I respect that. But he’s not getting that turkey treat I promised him at breakfast. So there! (I am so Cesar Milan, it is scary!).
So, armed with dead animals skins and a packet of papers and a suitcase that weighs as much as a Mini-Cooper, I’m off tomorrow morning at the inhuman hour of 5 a.m. I may or may not post from that first night at Park City, but lets hope there’s some booze on the plane. Otherwise it will be a grumpy post. A very grumpy post.