Ahhh. Found a taxi in Salt Lake, quietly cruising up to Park City. It's a miracle, frankly, after the chaos at LAX. Everybody in Los Angeles is probably here by now. For sure they were in the security line with me. "I can't believe you won't help me!" bleated one guy to the TSA employee who wouldn't get him cut ahead in line. (A minute later, she did. A minute after that, she let me through too. I was so late, the whole TSA crew was helping me get my laptop out and my boots off and onto the conveyor belt. It was like a Lamaze birth.)
On the flight up, I was sandwiched between an indie producer and a suit. A couple rows ahead, a Sundance-ette in cowboy hat, size 0 jeans, a rodeo-rider belt, and over-the-knee stiletto cowboy boots. The minute she hits the icy sidewalks, she's going to fall on her tuchas. Somebody will catch her, though. God bless her. Careers have been started on less.
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Posted by: Charlie | March 02, 2009 at 01:42 AM