Sundance officially ended on Sunday. Hence, I woke up on Monday to the horrible realization that I’m not famous. After 10+ nights of roaming Main Street, my bender has come to a close. Within one week, I met numerous famous people, drank some really expensive drinks, saw an intense amount of music, spent too much time at Harry O’s watching two Greek guys act like they own the world, got hit on by dudes one too many times, undressed some of the most beautiful women in my mind (and one in person, I swear, its true), and managed to act sophisticated in the process. It was like a vacation came to my home town. Now its time to get my priorities back inline and start to ski more. The only issue is that there is no snow here in Utah. Until then, I will continue to relish the short time that Sienna Miller and I spent together as she walked by my on the street.
