Everybody Knows This Is Nowhere
Yeah, my condo has a hot tub.
Yeah, I’m at the Sundance Film Festival. Yeah, it’s totally beautiful. Yeah, I’ve already been within two feet of Jennifer Anniston (Brad made a mistake). Yeah, I’ve already nearly bumped into Sting.
But there’s no way I’m going to have a chance to sit in the aformentioned hot tub.
There are ten of us here from MTV News: writers, reporters, producers, editors, and shooters. We’ve been on the ground less than twelve hours. Already, we’re bouncing around like atoms.
And I’d like to tell you more, but I’m into my twenty-third hour awake, my contacts are bone dry, and I’m due in the office (three laptops — only one of which is online — in room 202 of a condo called The Loft) in seven hours.
Plus my freshly-poured Emergen-C is losing its fizz.