Going to Sundance Film Festival with MyFace and Q has become a bit of a tradition. We usually start at MyFace’s place with a nice drink of wine or a fancy mimosa, and then we head to Park City for movies and dining. MyFace is a bit more organized and responsible than I, so she usually selects the film, buys the tickets, and makes dinner reservations. She also takes my keys and, occasionally, my ID. She said she takes the latter so I don’t lose it. I think she takes it so I can use a fake name should I end up chatting with law enforcement.
Prior to arriving at MyFace’s, Q had told me she was in need of some floss and figured I would have some in my purse. I did, however, forgot to find it right when she asked. So, a few minutes into my driving, she said, “Alright, let’s get to it. Where’s your flask?” I looked at her in shock. Was she accusing me of having a flask? Better yet, what a great idea – we should have packed a flask. Turns out, she said ‘floss,’ not ‘flask,’ and so I dug through my flask-free purse to find her the floss.
As we shared this story with MyFace and her friends, they agreed that SFF is definitely a BYOF event and that, with all of the paparazzi about, it is best to also have floss so as not to find pictures of us, on TMZ and the like, with food in our teeth.
About 45 minutes into the film, MyFace whispered to me, “This is a true Sundance film. I’m really going to need a drink of wine when this is over.” “I could use one right now,” I replied. A few seconds later, NYF From NYC leaned my way and said, “Next year: flask.”