I am going to Sundance tomorrow.

When I tell people this, they respond, "Oh! That sounds like FUN!", and I can't help but say, "really?" in that Jason Bateman on Arrested Development kind of way.

Let's look at the facts:

I don't ski. I don't like the cold. I don't have weather appropriate clothes for the cold anymore. I don't like "Hollywood" types. I don't like crowds. I don't like waiting in lines.

I *do* like movies and hot chocolate and Vinny and taking pictures of the dancing kids.

Really, it just seems like it could go either way.

I will say, it's been laying out rather nicely in terms of schedule - and by that I mean parties and other events we have been invited to - as opposed to fighting to get into. I put the word out that I would be there, and it turns out a good friend of mine will be there at the same time - and she is fun to hang with - so that's lucky!

I am hoping that my whole Sundance experience will fall into the category of What Happens When I Get Invited To An Event. It goes as follows: I get invited to something and I bitch and whine that I don't want to go, I don't want to go, I don't waaaaant to goooooooo. Then I go on IM and I whine and moan to Lenore about how I just would raaather stay home. BLEAH.

Then when I get home, she asks, "How was it?" and I say, "IT WAS SO MUCH FUN!"

Despite the fact that I said I would try to blog from Tokyo, and then, er... didn't, I am going to attempt to moblog from Sundance - even though my palm is on it's last legs -- or OOH maybe it's time for my first live journal VOICEPOST!

I had to stop typing to laugh at the image of me standing in the cold, on my phone doing a voicepost ala Bugs Bunny in Haredevil Hare:

Yes, I have prepared a statement for the press: GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!