Day Four: skiing + Indie Mogul Party + Weird night

Yesterday was a weird day. I went over to Deer Valley to go skiing with friends...only to spend half the day chasing them all around trying to meet up. This was partially my fault as I ended up getting a spontaneous ski lesson from Scott, a nice old man who was out visiting his daughter. We were sharing a lift when half-way up I realized that I hadn't checked the level of the runs from the top and from the chair they looked pretty difficult. So I turned to my lift partner and asked him, "what level are these runs?" He replies, "blacks and double blues, although the double blues are just as hard as the blacks." The fear on my face must have been obvious because Scott offered to ski down with me and help me out if I needed it. Well I needed it. And he ended up spending most of the morning working with me. By the time we were done, most of my friends were done for the day or off to watch football, so I ended up having to ski alone...which was a fair trade-off as Scott had made me a much better skier than any instructor I've ever had. With my new confidence I was zipping down double blues like it was nothing.

Indie Mogul Party
After skiing I headed back to the condo to get ready for another night of parties. We were kicking off the night with The Hollywood Reporter's Indie Mogul Party. It seemed fun, we were on the list, so why not. (Note: for Sundance parties it is critical not to arrive fashionably late as the line is always long.) This was the case we when got there at 10:30 for a party that started at 8. The line was ridiculous.

But we waited for a while because they had a kick-ass DJ and we wanted to dance. Two of my favorite celebs, Adam Scott (Tell Me You Love Me) and Rex Lee (Entourage), were in line so it couldn't have been that bad. (ps both of these kids are much shorter than anyone can imagine from TV - cameras may add 5 pounds, but they also must add 5+ inches too) The party wasn't that bad. They had broken a lodge into five rooms...two with masseuses ready to give free back rubs, one for lounging, one for eating, and one was the dance floor.



Unfortunately the dance floor was full of middle aged housewives trying to shake their tailfeathers...a scene I'm unable to block from my memory. It was slightly humorous until they tried to Crank That Soulja Boy which looked more like a bunch of women having clonic-tonic seizures. If I had a time machine I would've gone back and shown those old ladies how to crank that soulja boy for reals. (Note: this picture was taken to capture my "WTF?" expression when the old hoots started trying to supersoak that ho)

Soon we were unable to handle the dancing, so we hopped in a cab with two cute boys and headed downtown to meet The Colonel who was at the Delta lounge hanging with Seth and Matthew Perry's crew. It started to pour snow on the way downtown which for some reason inspired LF to change into four inch heels...this still baffles me as she is my most practical friend. I, on the other hand, am not so practical. While standing in line to get into the Delta lounge, we were approached by three nice looking boys. Here is how the conversation went:

Boy 1: Ladies, how are you tonight?
LF: Fine, thanks.
Weezie: Freezing.
Boy 2: Well would you like to go to a party?
Weezie: We're about to go to a party in here.
Boy 2: Would you like to go a party at Jamie Foxx's house?
LF: (turns to me) Um...where is his house?
Boy 2: At his mansion in Deer Valley.
Boy 3: We were there on Friday night. It was sick.
Boy 1: (begins naming off celebrities that were there) namedrop, namedrop, namedrop, the peeps from The Hills.
Weezie: like Brody Jenner?
Boy 1: Yeah - he was there. Took his shirt off to play bball with Jamie Foxx's crew.
Weezie: hmmm....Brody Jenner with no shirt.
LF: How will we get there?
Boy 2: We've got the karaoke cab waiting for us right there.
Weezie: You had me at Brody Jenner, but the karaoke cab seals the deal.

So we went off to Jamie Foxx's house with three strange boys in a karaoke cab...i warmed us up with my best rendition of Gin & Juice on the long ride up into the dark hallows of the Deer Valley mansions. I can't believe we weren't chopped up into tiny pieces. But a fun and random night ensued.

Short Ribs and Big Apple Cocktails

Needless to say, I was starving by the time dinner came around on flight 69 last night. STARVING! Thank goodness they were serving my fave Delta dinner – short ribs. There are only three people that can whip up some irresistible short ribs – Mama Kearney, the chefs at Spice Market, and Delta. I’m not even kidding. And only cuz makes better mashed potatoes. Does it sound absurd to say that Delta’s short rib dinner is one of my favorite meals? Yeah – probably. Anyway, while I’m giving culinary props, I must give a mention to their newest signature cocktail - The Big Apple.

The Big Apple is a bourbon + apple concoction that is delicious. Wow! Who knew bourbon tastes even better when you mix it with artificial apple flavoring. Needless to say I ended up getting pretty sauced and passing out just long enough to put me in a semi grumpy mood by the time we landed.

Post landing I was met with both good news and bad news. Good news = Kansas beat those whiny Hokies! Bad news = the big meeting for which I'd flown out had been canceled. Plus the weather is too bad to go to Tahoe and ski. Double bad news. Looks like I'll spend the first weekend of the year indoor and working. Hopefully, this won't set the tone for 2008.

You Know You Travel Too Much When...

oIt’s the third day in the new year and the vacation is over. I’m currently on a plane heading out to San Francisco for five days of investment meetings and strategy work with my partners. I traveled so much in 2007 that EsselNYC said my New Year’s resolution should be to stay in town more. I agree. But in the foreseeable future, this is my reality – too little time in NYC, searching for Internet access while stuck in an airport, or alone in a Hilton watching college football.

Okay the last one is a stretch. Because there is no more college football (sniffle, sniffle) – at least for me. Preparing for this trip caused me to miss the Fiesta Bowl last night. I’m flying right now during the Orange Bowl. (I’ve asked the pilot to please keep me updated with the score. I really want VA Tech to get trampled.) And I will miss most or all of the National Championship game on Monday.

It’s ok. I’ll get over missing the bowl games. However, I may never get over today’s dining experience. While having lunch in the Terminal A Chili’s To Go (I know – glamorous life I lead), I found a dark curly hair in my salad three bites in. Gross. I told the waiter. He asked me if I wanted a new one. I answered him with “the look” and he nodded walking away quickly to get my check. Here’s the weird thing. He came back with my bill for $1.12. The manager comped my food. BUT – charged me for the tax. Isn’t that the weirdest?

Or is this the weirdest? As I was walking onto the plane (three hours late due to delays), one of the flight attendants called me by name and asked if I’d like her to hang my coat. Seriously. I fly so much that she recognized my face and remembered my name. EsselNYC is right. I need to make a point to spend more time in Manhattan.