Friday, January 18, 2013
The Time I Accidentally Stalked Joseph Gordon-Levitt and then Saw Paris Hilton Almost Fall in a Garbage Can
One of the cool things about living in Utah is the annual Sundance Film Festival.
I'd lived there three years before I finally wised up and decided to go check it out.
On the first Saturday morning of the festival, my friend Ashley and I bundled up in our warmest clothes and drove to Park City armed with cameras, extra gloves, and a lot of giddy excitement as we imagined the celebrities we were about to see.
Arriving as early as we did was both very smart and very stupid.
Parking was great. We found a spot at the top of Main Street and ventured out into the blustery morning. By the time we'd gotten halfway down the road, though, we realized the error of our ways. It was far too early and much too cold. There wasn't a celebrity to be seen.
We spent a couple of hours ducking into adorable shops and pretending to be interested in more than just their heating systems.
Gradually, the streets began to fill with name badge-bearing people and cars and activity. Then we saw our first celebrity. Pedro from Napoleon Dynamite. Sundance was officially awesome.
We made our way down to the end of one side of the street, then crossed over and I stopped short.
Me: That's Joseph Gordon-Levitt.
Me: Tommy from Third Rock from the Sun.
Ashley: Oh yeah. Should we talk to him?
Me: I dunno. What do we say?
Ashley: I don't know...
So we didn't talk to him. And he and the guy he was with turned and started up the street. In the direction we'd already been going. So now we were walking behind them, trying our best to keep a little bit of distance so that it wouldn't look like we were following them.
I wanted to talk to him. SO BAD. He wasn't even quite the star then that he is now, but I wanted to say hello. But I was too shy. I don't know why. I just couldn't do it. We followed him for four blocks before I finally decided this was bordering on creepy and persuaded Ashley to turn around and head back the other direction.
If I had known then what I know now...
We wandered down to the gifting suite at the bottom of Main and hung out there for a long time watching celebs come and go with bags of swag. I can't even remember all the stars we saw in those two hours or so that we sat there.
But the best was when Paris Hilton came waltzing out the door in her pink Uggs, heading toward the car that waited for her at the curb. She hit a patch of ice, slid forward, and would have toppled head first into a garbage can if her body guard hadn't grabbed her in time.
Two disappointments in one day.
But still, Sundance was awesome. I miss it.
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