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The thing no one talks about is howSundanceis a means by which nerds completely overrun a jock town.
Give the school gym to the AV kids.
Let the locker rooms turn themselves over to geeky-sweet film buffs and all of their chatter.
I want your vibe!, someone said to him from out of a car window.
I want it too!
Fake it til you make it!
Its Me, MargaretandTales of a Fourth Grade Nothing.
People must really like this Judy Blume person, a volunteer says to me.
I wonder if shes related to C.C.
There is a strong and delightful middle-aged feminine energy in the theater.
The women behind me sing along to every song on the venues playlist.
I basically cry from start to finish because Im nostalgic and sleep-deprived.
She also says its so weird to see yourself and your life.
Its like looking at someone else, or else you could never look.
I watch and think,Who is that woman?
She needs a good haircut.
A woman in Lululemon says to her friends, Judy and her husband both looked very fit!
Luckily, all my screenings for the day are on the north end, where theres a grocery store.
He complains that he couldnt get into the White Claw activation and I tell him aboutthe police shutdowns.
So its a Utah thing, he says.
Have you been to the Egyptian yet?
Thats James Cameron!
Thats where the actors are.
The back room is a Narnia portal to New York.
Its definitely not James Cameron.
The little swag bags have stickers that say By a Thread with Meredith and Seth Marks.
When you wait outside fortwoEvans Hansen who wont let you in?
Honey, thats the literal definition of tap-tap-tapping on the glass, waving through a window.
I hop from Meredith Marks to a party being held by a slightly less luxury brand: Gucci.
She gives him a blank stare, whispers something to her handler, and straight up walks away.
Its a gift from the Greek gods of horny.
Is there any booze here?
I hear him ask someone on his team as were walking in.
I think I see him roll his eyes a bit.
At 2:15 a.m., Wolfgang and I are ragged as we leave the theater through a side door.
So mother, sighs Wolfgang.
