January

I can’t believe its 2007….I remember 1997…how can this be happening?

One of my favorite events of the year is in January. SUNDANCE Film Festival. Years ago it started as a girl’s weekend. My friend Kerri had moved to Salt Lake City for her husbands’ job, and was bored to tears out there. I decided to go visit, and we thought going to catch a few movies at Sundance would be fun. Now this was back in the day when you could actually “catch a movie” at Sundance. 5 years later….that no longer is the case. We’re still going though…5 years later. The group of girls is always different with the exception of Kerri and me. WE LOVE IT. But oh how the times have changed. When we first rented a house in Park City and had 9 (yes 9) girls for 5 days at Sundance it was a party. We were up all night, out at parties or crashing them, inviting boys to the hot tub (not a euphemism), and celebrity stalking like it was our job. Kerri and a friend Erin were in the bathroom at a movie premier a few years back with Paris and Nikki Hilton, and now they like to say they “pottied with the Hiltons” It was a wild time. Now years later almost everyone is married, some have kids, and we actually go for the movies and girl time.


This trip was very last min and actually work related for Kerri. She had to bring models from her agency to represent one of the corporate sponsors. Yeah…rough job. This year our only goal was to get a picture with Celeb blogger Perez Hilton. And I must say we were 100% successful (see above photo). Opening weekend is always insane but each year the madness grows. I hate to say it, but this festival is no longer about the movies. In fact you can’t even get tickets to them anymore without being willing to give up a kidney, or sleep with someone “in the industry”. However if you just want to run into celebs on the sidewalk it’s still the place to be, and we saw plenty. The highlight I think was that we went to the MTV/Myspace party one night and ended up in VIP (it happens when you’re traveling with models). We’re standing there dancing, and all of a sudden…P Ditty, Nick Cannon, and Damon Dash decide they want the table right behind us. People were going nuts, paparazzi everywhere and security. Nick went to DJ, and the entourage was something else. As the night went on Diddy et all decided they wanted to invite our crew (models) to a private after party. I laughed when we all decided that we would rather go home and make smores. And that’s exactly what we did. Not that Diddy noticed the absence, but it was fun being asked. I mean how often are you given a strange card, told to go to a parking lot and stand under some light and get on a bus with no idea where you are going? Not often I tell you. We had no regrets about not going…until we discovered that Justin Timberlake went. Damn, but those smores were good.