The car ride up to Park City was full of giggling (Me), talking (Reba), and spilling of Diet Coke (again Me).
We finally found a parking spot at a church, and caught the shuttle to Main Street. This was Reba's first Sundance Film Festival experience. I really didn't want her to be disappointed when she realized all we do is walk up and down Main Street repeatedly, so I was glad when we found out the band that was playing next on the Entertainment Weekly (and somebody else) Stage was The Bravery, someone she would enjoy.
The band did well, I liked their songs. They all had jet black hair; the lead singer had a partially faux mohawk (shorter on the sides, long down the middle), the bass player had an awesome pomfador, and the rest of the bad (guitar, drums, keyboard) had shaggy (yet sleek, figure that one out) hair.
People were crowd surfing and a mosh pit formed. I wasn't in the mood to get shoved around, so I pretty much stayed on the other half of the crowd, occasionally getting pushed into the guy ahead of me. Four guys on my left were smoking huge cigars, which reeked. One of them was old and looked like a nasty Jason Isaacs (Lucius Malfoy on HarryPotter2). He kept dancing next to me, holding his cigar in the air...right next to my face. Far too close for comfort.
After the concert we met up with Natalya and Annie, Reba's friends, and started walking up and down Main Street. We stopped in the little mall there to get warm for a few minutes. While we were sitting at a small table a group of guys came down the escalator. One of them looked really familiar, but I wasn't sure if it was really him or not. It was. I was 5 feet in front of Kevin Richardson of the Backstreet Boys, dang gina. (Not exciting to a lot of you, I realize, but when you've spent hundreds of dollars to see this man in concert it's exciting to be so close to him.)
We followed him and his posse down the street a little ways until they turned up an alley and went behind the clubs and restaurants. (To a back door, I assume, seeing as there were crowds of people lined up at the front doors.)
We went into a Thai restaurant and while deciding whether to stay there or go somewhere else we met two girls. They asked who it was we just saw and we told them about Kevin. They told us they had just seen Donnie Walhberg, Rider Strong, Andrew Keegan, and Simon Rex. They had been standing outside the fences around a white-tent party. I was jealous. I asked where this party had been and when it was they had been there. They said they had just come from there and explained it was just a bit further down Main Street, past the stage The Bravery had played on.
We quickly went down there. While on our way we passed Simon Rex and friends on the sidewalk. (Ok, my brain shuts down when I see celebrities. I can't help anything that comes out of my mouth.) I yelled, "Hey, Simon Rex, what's up?" He looked around for who said it and, seeing me looking at him, slightly said, "Hey". Hehehe
We stood at the fence around the party (hosted by Lucky. Magazine and someone else) for a few minutes when the guy hosting it came out and started Ok-ing people's entrance for the security guards. After letting the people in who he came out to, others asked if they could attend. He began saying, "She's ok, he's ok, he's ok, this group right here is ok" etc. and the security guards would let them in. (It was a closed List party. I glanced at the list as someone was getting checked in. All I could read was Jason Isaacs [whos nasty doppleganger was previously mentioned.] The guard was flipping pages too quickly for me to read anyone elses names.)
The guy in charge left to attend a different party and more people were trying to get into this party. One of the security guards was asking another if particular people had been OK-ed. Most of them got a "No.", but then he asked about us and the head guard said, "Yeah, he said they're OK." and LET US INTO THE PARTY!!!
It was pretty fun. Interestingly decorated and such. I met Stephen Saint-Onge, from TLC's Trading Spaces", and got my picture taken with him. There were gift bags from Lucky. Magazine, but they were all gone by the time we left the party. I could see people walking away with two and three of them.
It was a really fun night.
We got lost repeatedly on the way home, I didn't walk in my front door until after 2 a.m.
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