deep down, we're all just a little material girl

park city's annual 80s prom went down on saturday. while i didn't get my groove on to any iron maiden that night, i was fortunate to have a few drinks with jenny beforehand.

yay. 80s.

glitz and glamor

paris hilton's movie 'hottie and the nottie' may have tanked at sundance this year, but that doesn't mean that the general public is any less hyped on celebrity status. take, for instance, the world superpipe championships at park city mountain resort just last week. this comp - with its 22 foot pipe walls and all - brings out the big guns of skiing and snowboarding. shaun white, tanner hall, simon dumont, torah bright, kier dillon, mason aguirre, kelly clark. whether these guys and gals have won olympic medals, x-games titles or earned a stint on MTV's "scarred", the rise of these snowsport superheros is opening a new portal of glitz and glamor to little boys and girls all over the world.

"i wanna be like mike" is a phrase of the past. "i wanna fly like shaun" is probably more apt to apply. while fans lined up to get high-fives and hugs from shaun white as he made his way out of the pipe, about 8 paparizzi were tagging along as if they just caught a glimpse of britney spears coming out of rehab.

it was like hollywood came to park city (fo real, though. 10 days of PIBs during sundance is plenty.), to catch the latest trends in a fashion show down the catwalk. i suppose a 22 foot tall superpipe is like a modeling podium... showing off cab 12's and next year's hottest outerwear... but even this woman could attest to the high-profile of this snowboard comp.

well, for all you cheeky bastards (don't be jealous, hart!), not only do i have red hair and snowboard, but my hand gracefully cupped mr. white's hand in a solid high-five while i was lined up with the rest of the fans to get an up-close view of the flying tomato, himself. i also prefer target over walmart. so you might as well start calling me shauna white, because i wanna be like mike fly like shaun eat a red tomato. after all...like snowboarding, lycopene does a body good.

vodka/monster, art and airplanes

mary jane's had an art opening last night at their main street store in park city. saturday night. during the first weekend of sundance. free bar. yeah.

erik otto. greg gossel. stella im hultberg. travis louie. joshua petker. oh it was good!

this was my first legit art show. these were names i've seen gracing the pages in juxtapoz. artists whose work i rip out from the magazine and pin to my bedroom wall because i can barely afford a print. the small, local openings i've been to were never on this level. the whole night reminded me of being on an airplane for the first time.

when i was 5, i went to disneyland and my parents told the flight attendant it was my first time flying. they said my name over the loudspeaker, congratulating me on this accomplishment and gave me one of those wings pins. it was all very anti-climatic. i thought people might applaud or the pilot would invite me into the cockpit or i would at least get an extra pack of in-flight crackers. nothin except a handshake and a free souvenir. but it was the most exciting nothing i had received. very similar to losing my virginity.

i've learned to appreciate flying more now than when i was 5. it's more exciting than it was back then and there are always new questions that arise with every trip. like, 'why am i going to alaska for 2 weeks by myself?' 'is the plane going to be hijacked?' 'will my panties be sifted through by TSA?'

and just like that, my first big art opening was over. nothing spectacular, but it was everything i could have asked for. can't wait to do it again!

PIB's

i'm not talking the sugary mr. pib soda from the days of middle school vending machines. these pib's are worse for your health. people in black. personalities that are stereotyped as a bunch of high-maintenance hollywoodites that invade park city for 10 days every january. today is the first day of sundance.

o__O

i have an urge to watch that old episode of south park where an LA film festival comes to town and corrupts it with their lack of culture. it's a true story.