This has been a slow day. I’m just sitting here in the Park Regency lobby, piddling around on a cold night in the shadow of the snow-covered Wasatch mountains. Sundance starts tomorrow (kind of) but there’s nothing going on…really. So where’s the harm in posting another Tom O’Neil-and-Pete Hammond Best Picture finalist chit-chat video? Oh, God…they’re talking about Deadpool.
Day: January 18, 2017
Nothin’ To Say But It’s Okay
Burbank Airport this morning, around 8:45 am.
This is what your Average Joe grunt-level Sundance Film Festival pass looks like — no easy access, no special priveleges. Once I strolled with the Sundance Gods, cruising on a cloud above the hurly burly, and then Jason Berger came along and yanked me off that cloud. “Back to reality, pal…go into that big white tent and wait in line with the rest of the schlubs!,” he said, his hiking boot pressed against my larynx. “What do you think you are, special? Well, you’re not.”
Park Regency customer relations manager Crystal, who works from 3 to 11 pm.
Approaching Las Vegas around 10:15 am this morning.
Disturbance at McCarran Airport
Not a big deal. I can roll with it. They’re sitting right behind me so, you know, I turned around and gave them a look, just to let them know how their shrieking was going down. They ignored me, of course. And that’s fine.
SLC HE Punk
Hollywood Elsewhere’s downgraded (i.e., GENERAL press pass rather than EXPRESS) Sundance Film Festival starts today. Well, tomorrow morning. Right now I’m Vegas-bound. Southwest Burbank flight about to leave. Sunny skies. All is well. Or, you know, good enough.
An older guy in the lounge: “You look like a musician.” Me: “I’m a journalist.” Older guy: “Whaddaya think of Trump?” Me: “I think he’s a beast…an abomination.” Older guy: “Did you ever meet him?” Me: “Oh, riiight. I haven’t personally met him so I should reserve judgment…is that it?” Older guy: “So you preferred Hillary?” Me: “I didn’t like her that much, but I voted for her. It was the only sane thing to do.”