I spent last weekend in Park City, Utah, hobnobbing with the Hollywood types at the Sundance Film Festival amidst a veritable orgy of self-congratulatory festivities, a.k.a. “Award Ceremonies.” Now, we didn't hobnob per se — it was more along the lines of hobnobbing vicariously through the ill-dressed wannabe L.A. actress types, scampering after anyone who got out of a limo and looked remotely famous.

What we actually did was sit through a bunch of films that all went something like this: “So this happened, and then that happened, then this, and then everyone died.” Seriously, so many of those indie films were just flat out depressing. One particular standout was White of Winter, a film that combined a depressing theme, an awful soundtrack, and some of the worst dialogue, ever, stretched over 140 minutes. Excruciating.

Nonetheless, it was a good time, with snowboarding at Park City filling in the other non-movie timeslots. Unfortunately, the snow coverage was pretty bad as they were experiencing some of the worst snowfalls in recent history. My poor snowboard took a beating from all the ruffage that was exposed on the slopes.