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I went to Sundance again and it was great

I have sadly neglected my blogging duties of late, but I’m working to correct that issue by blasting through a few important bits of news concerning my current life.

Two weeks ago, I returned from my third trip to the Sundance Film Festival, and as my title might tell you, I enjoyed my time. The weather was the worst it’s been in my experience, but a few feet of snow hold no power against my will to see films and celebrities.

Without going into unnecessary detail about all parts of the trip—if that’s the kind of thing you’re looking for, I’m more than happy to share at another time—but I’ll fill you in on some of my favorite bits.

To begin, here’s the full list of the films I saw during our eight days:

  • Lion (seen in Salt Lake City)
  • Jackie (seen in Salt Lake City)
  • Dayveon
  • Lady Macbeth
  • The Discovery
  • Ingrid Goes West
  • Thoroughbred
  • Colossal
  • Lemon
  • Walking Out
  • Marjorie Prime
  • Band Aid
  • Burning Sands
  • Novitiate

So, over the course of the festival, I saw twelve films, attended three panels, and waited in a lot of lines. Below, I’ve given you some basic information about the films I most enjoyed and some other weird highlights of what happens when you go to a film festival in the mountains during some major snow. Enjoy!

The Films

First of all, I’m happy to say I had a very positive viewing experience at Sundance this year. Though I wasn’t completely blown away by any single film (like I was with Whiplash in 2014 and Manchester by the Sea in 2016), I also didn’t have any excessively negative reactions (I’m looking at you, Listen Up Philip and Wiener-Dog).

So here were my general favorites of the festival:

  • Dayveon, a realistic and quiet film about a young boy in Little Rock joining a gang. This is one to look for if you’re a fan of Moonlight.
  • Lady Macbeth, a Thomas Hardy-esque story of a young woman who marries a wealthy older man and has no qualms about using her new wealth and comfort to get exactly what she wants (featuring murder, sabotage, and a cute cat).
  • The Discovery, a film in which sci-fi and indie blend perfectly to create a world in which the Afterlife has been proven, and the national suicide rate has skyrocketed. This one will mess with all your expectations and leave your head spinning.
  • Thoroughbred, a dark comedy à la 90s classics like The Craft or Jawbreaker in which two wealthy high schoolers conspire to murder a parent. It’s all kinds of fun.
  • Lemon, a truly inexplicable film about a struggling actor and his odd life, featuring a song about matzoh balls that you will honestly never forget.
  • Band Aid, a quirky little comedy about a young married couple who decide, when counseling doesn’t help, to start a band and turn their fights into songs.

Overall, I’d say Lady Macbeth, The Discoveryand Band Aid were my real favorites. Thankfully, The Discovery makes its way to Netflix on March 31, and Lady Macbeth is set for a summer theatrical release.

Other Sundance Happenings

As I mentioned, I attended three panels during the festival, one of which provided me with a free copy of the first season of the Sundance TV drama Top of the Lake (I’m still very proud of winning this, if you can’t tell). But the real fun of Sundance for me—which I’m sure you know by now—is the people-watching, specifically since the people of Park City tend to be of the famous variety. This year, I again saw/met/stood awkwardly next to about 70 people of note. I won’t recount all of those sightings for you, but here are some of the best experiences. Check out the slideshow below for evidence.

  • I got to speak to Abbi Jacobson of “Broad City” and she was wonderful.
  • I was trapped outside a bathroom and nearly lost my spot in the waitlist line because Sam Elliott was standing next to me and I was apparently a threat to his well-being.
  • I was twice in close proximity to Robert Redford.
  • Laura Dern is a beauty and has great hair.
  • Standing next to Matt Bomer is like being next to a living Ken doll, except he’s nicer and more attractive and eats apples on-the-go.
  • I watched Dianna Agron get a severe scolding from a police officer because she didn’t use a crosswalk.
  • Laura Prepon is kind of scary and looks alienesque close-up.
  • Height-related matters: Jason Segel walked past me on the street and wasn’t as tall as I’d imagined. Tim Robbins is crazy tall. And Nicholas Hoult is taller than expected. Important facts!
  • Though traffic was too bad to arrive to the Women’s March on time from a film screening, I did get to rally with the remaining marchers. It was an emotional and encouraging experience.
  • I saw Gael García Bernal more days than I didn’t see him. At least five different days. And he is incredibly beautiful, though I have no photographic evidence to prove it. He wears cute glasses and a little headband and sits very still while watching movies. Maybe I’m too involved?
  •  I was very upset I hadn’t seen Peter Dinklage and was doing my best to find him. Then, for my last two film screenings, I literally sat right behind him. I defended him from a weirdo who kept hitting him with her coat. It was very exciting.
  • I stood in a waitlist line near Ryder Strong from “Boy Meets World” and caught him talking about me to his friend. It was weird and fun.
  • I ran into Nigel Barker several times because he was just, like, around (???), and I can say there’s significant reason he was a male model.
  • And finally…on my last night of the festival, I attended a concert featuring none other than Tony winner Daveed Diggs (of Hamilton fame), and on his thirty-fifth birthday, no less. And he was kind enough to take a picture with me.

I’m not sure I ever really thought I’d attend the Sundance Film Festival, but to have attended 3 times as a 25-year-old is not something I take for granted. Again, I am incredibly grateful for the people who have helped me get there (multiple times) and for the festival living up to my magical memories year after year. I hope to return many more times and share it with the people I love.

Until next time, Park City…

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Favorite Books of 2016

I know there are many people in the world who rarely read, which is probably one of the most depressing things to know about our society. I feel no shame in the time I spend daily reading or thinking about reading or discussing reading with my roommate.

In 2016, I read 92 books and plays, which is a personal record (I was determined to out-do my 2014 total of 91, so congratulations from me to myself). Unlike past years, I set a few goals at the beginning of the year other than reading a total of 52 books, which included reading works by specific people. By Thanksgiving, I’d accomplished all of those goals, so I’m upping the ante for 2017 (see my new reading list in a day or two if you’re curious about how nerdy/obsessive I can be).

Below, in the order I read them, is a list of my favorite books I read in 2016, followed by some honorable mentions. This list contains books both new and old, some of which have even achieved favorite status. You can consult my full 2016 reading list here.

What books did you love in 2016? Maybe I’ll add them to my shelf.


Brooklyn, Colm Toíbín

Both as a book and a film, Brooklyn has taken deep root in my soul. I adore this coming-of-age story (they tend to be my favorites anyway, but this one is especially great). The novel, which tells the story of a young Irish immigrant Eilis who moves to New York City to start a new life in the 1950s, is just as profound and beautiful as its Oscar-nominated film adaptation. This is a perfect book to enjoy on a cozy winter afternoon.

Collected Sonnets of Edna St. Vincent Millay

I grabbed this book at a used bookstore to help fill out my reading list for my master’s comprehensive exams in the spring and was fortunate enough to love it as a piece of literature. I quickly became obsessed with Edna St. Vincent Millay herself (this girl was crazy progressive and hip in the 1920s) and her poetry doesn’t make me feel like an idiot as most poetry does. She’s witty, hilarious, and heartbreaking in equal parts.

‘Night, Mother, Marsha Norman

It’s strange that I only read ‘Night, Mother earlier this year because the story feels deeply engrained in me already. My mom has loved this play for a long time, and I finally understood why when I read it myself this spring. Norman’s play is sparse and simple but still incredibly profound. It’s impossible as a reader not to share the characters’ anxiety as the story progresses in real time toward a potential suicide. I can’t wait to share this play with my students this spring.

Hamilton: The Revolution, Lin-Manuel Miranda and Jeremy McCarter

This may come as a surprise to you, but I’m a fan of Hamilton (okay just kidding I haven’t listened to any other music in a year). Since annotating is one of my favorite pastimes, reading the annotated edition of the complete musical, accompanied by beautiful photographs and behind-the-scenes information, was a dream. Hamilton: The Revolution is a must-have for fans of the musical. Though it’s a little pricier than the Chernow biography upon which the show is based, it’s far less likely to sit untouched on your bookshelf.

Tiny Beautiful Things, Cheryl Strayed

My only prior encounters with Cheryl Strayed came from seeing the film adaptation of Wild  and reading a few nonfiction essays in a writing workshop, but after my roommate loved this one and gave it to me as a graduation gift, I too fell in love. I intended to bring this as my reading material on a long drive to Nebraska over the summer, but I got so into it I breezed through the entire book before our departure. Tiny Beautiful Things is a collection of Strayed’s Dear Sugar letters, a column she wrote for The Rumpus. Strayed clearly answers each person with deep thought and tenderness, but she isn’t afraid to answer with honesty. Each entry makes you feel understood and valued. I have a feeling this book will be one I continue to share with friends and family.

The Girl with the Lower Back Tattoo, Amy Schumer

After solidifying my love for Amy Schumer in 2015, I of course had to read her memoir when it was released this summer. Schumer doesn’t disappoint in this book that is equally laugh-out-loud funny and sweetly sad. Though I read this book months ago, there are still stories here that I think of and laugh about often.

The Book of Other People, edited by Zadie Smith

The Book of Other People is a collection of short stories written by several famous authors whose sole prompt was to create a character and write a story about them. As with many short story collections, the end result is a bit of a mixed bag, but the general feeling I had was a very pleasant one. When my roommate and I read this aloud together (now one of our favorite and cutest habits), we sometimes had difficulty stopping ourselves from reading indefinitely. Though many of the stories are great, see if you can get your hands on “Magda Mandela” by Hari Kunzru. It’s a quick read and you will not be disappointed.

A Monster Calls, Patrick Ness

I haven’t even seen A Monster Calls yet but I’m already guessing this will be the #1 tearjerker of 2017. The book tells the story of a young English boy named Conor whose mother’s cancer is continually worsening. Conor is visited nightly by a tree monster, a clear manifestation of his frustration and grief as he watches his mother fade. This is a beautiful story about love and loss. Just maybe skip the eye makeup before reading.

Big Little Lies, Liane Moriarty

I’m very rarely a reader of mysteries, especially contemporary ones. However, once I saw the trailer for the upcoming HBO miniseries adaptation of this novel, I was too intrigued not to read it before the February air date. Who knew I’d be such a fan? The book rounds out at over 500 pages, but I couldn’t put it down in the 2 days I spent reading it. I think Moriarty does a great job of telling a dramatic story in a way that still feels authentic (something I’m a little worried about based on the footage from the miniseries). It was refreshing to see a story about women who come from various backgrounds, aren’t all about competition, and keep cattiness to a minimum. Though this was my first encounter with Moriarty, I’ve already purchased her latest book, Truly Madly Guilty, and look forward to enjoying it early next year.

State of Wonder, Ann Patchett

2016 was a year of Ann Patchett for me. I’d never read her previously, but my roommate and I read Bel Canto together in the fall and I became a fan. Though I generally try not to be too easily distracted by my book purchases, when I bought State of Wonder in October, I couldn’t resist starting it almost immediately. The story is clearly inspired by Joseph Conrad’s classic Heart of Darkness, but differs in that it follows a woman sent to retrieve her female boss from the depths of the Amazon where she’s developing a fertility drug. Though I was—and still am—frustrated by the book’s conclusion, it features beautiful writing and some great twists that make for a worthwhile read.

The Penguin Arthur Miller

In my 92 books read this year, this one feels like the biggest accomplishment. In fact, it’s one book that contains 18—this is the complete canon of Arthur Miller’s dramatic works. Miller and I go way back at this point, but before 2016, I’d only read 3 of his plays. This edition isn’t exactly an easy one to travel with—note its comparative size to my cat in the featured photo—but now it has a stately position on my bookshelf made all the more grand by the fact that I’ve read all the words in it. Miller is an undeniable master of American drama, and I loved spending so much time with him this year. If you remember, think of him on February 10—the date not only of his death, but also the anniversary of the Broadway premiere of Death of a Salesman.

Why Not Me?, Mindy Kaling

My general relationship with Mindy Kaling over the past month has gone from casual fan to actively seeking friendship (so, Mindy, if you’re reading, let’s hang out!). When I bought this book in the airport a few weeks ago, I was just looking to be mildly entertained on my journey home, but many times I was made to laugh aloud. Then I watched the entirety of The Mindy Project in just a few days, and I became even more enamored. Though it would be wrong to call Why Not Me? a page-turner, it’s still the kind of book you have a hard time putting down.


Honorable Mentions: The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole, Never Let Me Go by Kazuo Ishiguro, Voyager by Diana Gabaldon, At Fault by Kate Chopin, Bel Canto by Ann Patchett, The World’s Wife by Carol Ann Duffy

NYC 2014: The Magic Continues

If you’ve read many of my personal blogs or follow me at all on social media, you probably you I like celebrities. A lot. It’s kind of an issue. But (as of about two weeks ago) I have a degree in Pop Culture Studies, so who can really blame me for this fascination? It’s really just an academic pursuit. Or that’s what I tell myself, anyway. Last week, my mom and I ventured on another whirlwind trip to New York City, a jaunt we planned as a celebration of my college graduation, as well as an excuse for us to shamelessly stalk the stars. We booked our trip about a month ago and purchased tickets to see two plays: Of Mice and Men, the stage adaptation of John Steinbeck’s classic novel, and The Cripple of Inishmaan, a revival of Martin McDonagh’s 1996 dark comedy. Our first day got off to a rather unexpected start: when boarding our very small Delta plane leaving Nashville, I did a bit of a double-take upon realizing that, sitting in the front row of first class, was Kesha. I have a knack for celebrity-spotting, I just didn’t expect to exert my talent before landing in NYC. By an odd twist of fate, my mom and I happened to be seated in the very last row on the plane, and our seats were literally the furthest possible from Kesha. Figures. She did come back to the bathroom near the end of the flight and brushed against my arm, so I guess I’m practically famous. Now, onto the real stuff. After a death-defying cab ride to our hotel (Hotel Mela in Times Square, which I would totally recommend), we decided to wander around a bit and get our bearings before attending a show that night. On our walk we passed John Tartaglia, an original leading cast member from Avenue Q, so that was fun. But the real magic happened later.

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Tuesday night, we headed to the Longacre Theatre to see Of Mice and Men, a play that has stuck with me since that night. I find it a bit astounding to know that this show only received two Tony nominations — Best Actor in a Play and Best Lighting Design — because I thought it was a truly spectacular show. Chris O’Dowd gave a haunting and beautiful performance as Lennie Small, a mentally-challenged gentle giant. James Franco also gave a great performance as stalwart George Miller, Lennie’s companion who attempts to keep him out of trouble. I’m in the (very slow, for some reason) process of reading Steinbeck’s book, and the chapters I’ve read were basically recreated word-for-word on stage. The show also featured great supporting performances by Leighton Meester (Gossip Girl) in the play’s only female role, and Jim Parrick (True Blood, James Franco’s As I Lay Dying) as Slim, one of the other men working on the ranch with George and Lennie. Without spoiling anything, the play’s final scene is packs the necessary power and sorrow, and will almost certainly leave audiences thinking. Though I realize I’m biased, I would really love to see O’Dowd walk away with a Tony award next week.

Now, onto happier things. I was very pleased to see that, despite the tragic contents of the play, the actors all seemed happy and content during the curtain call, and James Franco, in true James Franco fashion, was very excited to be selling a signed handkerchief he used during the show for charity. We left the theatre to join the crowds outside the stage door, which were much calmer than I’d anticipated. We heard more than one person saying Chevy Chase had also been in the audience, but I never got visual confirmation. Chris O’Dowd came out first, all smiles and niceties. He was totally gracious about signing autographs and taking pictures with fans before casually walking away to the Subway or wherever with his backpack. I loved it.

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There was more mayhem when James Franco exited. An assistant or someone came by and said that everyone should turn around and take selfies with James when he came by, because he’s James Franco and obviously he would want everyone to take selfies. He was also so nice about signing for people — he even grabbed by program out of my hand and signed it before I could ask — but he seemed to be in a bit of an off mood because there were paparazzi. He continually said, “if that guy keeps taking pictures, I’m leaving, and it will be his fault that I didn’t sign stuff for everyone.” Leighton Meester snuck out the front door and into an SUV as Franco came out the stage door, but she rolled the window down and smiled and waved at everyone as she rode away. All in all, it was a pretty fantastic night.

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The following day, I really had only one thing on my mind: I would be seeing Daniel Radcliffe again. In my world, this is really big, you guys. We decided to walk around a bit and sort of unexpectedly stumbled into the line for rush tickets at The Cripple of Inishmaan, so I decided to pay to get better seats for the performance. We then walked to 30 Rock and met with a high school friend of my mom’s for lunch before returning to the Cort Theatre for our matinee performance.

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Again, in a moment of sheer luck, we were standing outside the theatre for all of two minutes when a black SUV pulled up, a body guard got out of the passenger seat, opened the door to the backseat, and Daniel Radcliffe got out (at which moment I slapped my mom’s arms and uttered a few profanities. Whoops.). Daniel rushed in the stage door, but not before kindly smiling and waving at those of us standing around, mostly super old people who probably had no idea who he was. Perfect.

The show itself was absolutely wonderful. I was a bit disheartened to see that it was a rather empty audience; apparently Daniel isn’t enough to draw huge audiences, but I promise, you’ll love it if you see it! The play is a very dark comedy set on the island of Inishmaan off the coast of Ireland in the 1930s. Daniel plays the titular character, Cripple Billy, a young man who becomes determined to make it as a Hollywood actor when he learns that a film crew in working in a nearby town. Daniel Radcliffe was again looked over for a Tony nomination, but the show itself is the most nominated play overall. Sarah Greene is very deservedly nominated for Best Featured Actress in a Play, and I’d love to see her win. The ensemble is made up of a fantastic team of British actors (I believe Daniel is the only Englishman of the bunch), and I totally recommend people to this show before it closes in July.

After the performance, we exited to join the stage door crowds. A few of the lesser-known cast members exited quickly, though Sarah Greene and Conor MacNeill did take time to sign autographs and take pictures. I got an autograph from Sarah Greene, who couldn’t have been and nicer or more adorable. Here are a few shots I managed to get of them from my somewhat smooshed location amongst the crowds.

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As you’d probably expect, the real insanity ensued when Daniel came out to sign. Unlike when I met him three years ago, this time he made his way through the crowd at a very leisurely pace, stopping to take pictures with anyone who asked. He was totally great the last time I met him, but I think it’s safe to say I appreciated this too. Though I didn’t get my moment with him (yet), I did get a few photos of him as he made his way around.

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We left the stage door crowd to meet up with a friend for dinner, but returned to the Cort Theatre fairly promptly so we could stake out prime spots for evening performance stage door situation. Though we were rather frustrated with the stage door man’s rather inadequate abilities and I was fairly certain I was going to have a throw-down fight with the old woman in front of me, all was well. The first signature I got belonged to Pádriac Delaney, who seemed genuinely surprised and appreciative when I told him I enjoyed watching him on The Tudors. We also got an autographs from Conor MacNeill and Sarah Greene for my mom’s Playbill, and Sarah Greene took a selfie of the three of us because she’s adorable and lovely and was happy to do such things. Here’s the photo for reference:

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Perhaps the most entertaining moment of the evening came when the show’s three older female cast members — June Watson, Ingrid Craigie, and Gillian Hanna — exited. They all gave stellar performances in the show, and I’m currently working on figuring out how to adopt any or all of them as my grandmothers. The funny part: when June Watson signed my Playbill, she signed directly on top of Pádriac Delaney’s signature, and she did this not just on my Playbill, but on every person’s around me. Not really sure what that was about, but I enjoy it. Old people are great.

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And finally, we come to the true joy of the trip. Daniel Radcliffe again exited to stage door and graciously made his way around the crowds, chatting, signing, and taking pictures. When he was near us, the woman in front of me left, and I said, “Dan, could we take a picture?” Looking into his giant blue eyes is a very odd experience, and one that I’ve been fortunate enough to have three separate times. He responded, “Of course! Would you like to pass me your cell phone?” because he’s Daniel Radcliffe and he’s genuinely the nicest and most polite person in the world.

On a side note: let me tell you how completely and strangely cathartic and surreal it is to hand Daniel Radcliffe your iPhone that is protected by a phone case with a Deathly Hallows on it after having spent over a year writing an honors thesis project about the Harry Potter series. There were far too many feelings wrapped up into that one tiny exchange for to even really understand myself, let alone verbalize to anyone who might care to read this or ask me about it.

 Okay, back to real time. I handed Dan my phone (because I totally called him Dan because we’re besties FOREVER AND ALWAYS NOW), which was already on selfie mode, though he didn’t realize this and did some unnecessary switching around. This was totally fine though because it gave us some extra time to get settled and it also gave my phone more time to process the magic of being held by such a wonderful human. Then he asked who we needed to get in the photo, so I made sure he knew it was both my mom and me, and he took not one, but three pictures of us, because again, he’s wonderful and perfect and all that.

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Before taking the pictures, my mom said to him, “You’re so nice! You’re so good!” to which he seemed so humbly and sweetly said, “oh, thank you!” In case you can’t tell, I think he’s perfect. For a second I tried to get him to sign my Playbill since he hadn’t yet, but I’d made a promise to those around me that I’d leave once we’d had our moment, and I felt like keeping my word was more important, so I forced my way through the crowd to meet my mom.

And then I burst into tears for a second.

I’ve never, ever cried after meeting a celebrity, including the first time I met Daniel. But like I said before, it was a cathartic release to have this experience after just finishing my undergraduate career and a Harry Potter thesis on top of that. Meeting the person who brought Harry Potter to life after dedicating myself to that project for so long was the perfect way to finally let it go.

We took in a few final glances of him as we walked away, and then were lucky enough to be right next to his car as it drove him home. We waved and such, and though I have no idea if he was paying us any attention, I’m glad we could express another tiny piece of gratitude.

So, another wonderful, perfect trip came to a close the next day, which was fairly uneventful (though I did meet someone whose family is from my hometown and graduated from WKU, so that was weird). All I can hope is that I might be able to experience this all again in the near future.

I couldn’t be more thankful to live such a magical life.

Two months later, and my brain is still at Sundance

Last night, I lay in bed unable to fall asleep because my mind wandered back to Sundance. Not that this doesn’t happen on a super regular basis, but still. So, with the full knowledge that I’m totally indulging, and people are probably sick of hearing me talk about this, I want to reminisce. This is basically an ode to my experiences, particularly those shared with the two ladies who were at my side for most of this magical experience, Kaitlynn and Lendee.

Remember when…

  • Lendee cried when we first saw Joe Manganiello
  • Lendee and I kept trying to perform a duet of “Total Eclipse of the Heart” but not knowing how many “turn around”s there are
  • I literally shed tears because I couldn’t (and still can’t) understand my emotions about Dan Stevens in The Guest
  • Elijah Wood walked past us and I said, “Hey, Elijah” and he turned and said, “HI!” really loudly
  • Coleman said Joe Manganiello could probably pick him up and still carry a fridge (I’m still not over this comment.)
  • Aaron Paul‘s wife, Lauren, asked Lendee if they went to high school together
  • Lendee got to ask Philip Seymour Hoffman a question during a Q&A
  • Jason Ritter wished me a happy 13th birthday
  • I got to have a full on conversation with Sam Rockwell about how I’ve had a life-long fear of him
  • Krysten Ritter, Joe Manganiello, and Lena Dunham favorited and/or retweeted Lendee, Kaitlynn, and me
  • We made friends with a volunteer and didn’t find out until after the festival that we’d called him the wrong name the entire time
  • Kaitlynn and I took a picture with Miles Teller and we said we’d been big fans since Footloose and he just said “yeah… Footloose”
  • John Slattery was the nicest guy ever and just wanted to be friends with us
  • Christopher Meloni wore the dumbest outfit to the premiere of White Bird in a Blizzard
  • Luke Wilson came in and ordered pizza at this restaurant where we were eating
  • Bob Odenkirk was literally the only person to follow instructions from a volunteer and stood waiting in line like a first grader
  • We went to a documentary about strippers and the strippers were there and they gave us calendars of themselves and then one of them took his shirt off during the movie and there was an air conditioner next to me that just leaked water during the entire movie 
  • We kept having awkward run-ins with Jason Ritter and Melanie Lynskey and didn’t know if we should keep saying hi and then Melanie spent SO LONG in the bathroom
  • Kaitlynn and I got to tell Lendee that Harry Styles was there and she literally jumped out of bed, took all her clothes off, and said things like, “I just thought the sun would penetrate through the curtains when Harry Styles was around” and “his hair is like the waves of the ocean”
  • Shailene Woodley was the nicest when I said we’d enjoyed her movie the night before
  • #losnudies was an important part of our lives
  • One of the actresses from The Guest showed up INSANELY drunk to the premiere of her own movie
  • Dan Stevens thought I was going to yell at him when I went up to ask him for a picture
  • Lendee told an actor that she loved him in Sleepover
  • Jim O’Heir said “Dammit, Jerry!” while taking a picture with Kaitlynn and me
  • William H. Macy sat three seats down from me at a screening of Whiplash and said “Really!” super loudly during the Q&A because he thought the director was wonderful
  • Kaitlynn and I went to the premiere of God Help the Girl and WE LOVED IT BECAUSE IT WAS THE MOST PERFECT MOVIE OF ALL TIME
  • We walked past Khal Drogo (Jason Momoa) from Game of Thrones
  • Michael C. Hall covertly walked past us two times within an hour
  • Joe Swanberg‘s perfect son, Jude, was the real star of Happy Christmas
  • Finally… We left a cafe, knowing we had about an hour until we would need to get back to our hotel to leave for the airport, and we happened to run directly into our favorite human AMY POEHLER and she told us to have a good day

Okay, I think I’m done for now (as I sit in my Sundance t-shirt with my Sundance water bottle next to me). I’m only slightly nostalgic. Who says you can’t live in the past?