Chapter 4: City of Parks

Tearing up the slopes and watching movies in Park City. My opinion of Sundance is it can kiss my ass. Park City is beautiful, but it consists of one street of bars and shops. Here is our conversation every night:
Me: Hey luke what do you want to do tonight?
Luke: We could go out and drink til we can't feel feelings.
Me: Sounds good. Where do you want to go?
Luke: The strip.
Me: What strip?
Luke: The main one.
Me: Oh you mean the only fuckn' strip in this small ass town where you need to buy a freakin membership to get into a bar and it will cost us about $10 to walk through the door then we have to stand in a crowded ass bar where we thought there would be people our age, but it turns out only old farts go to Sundance so we decide this is pretty lame lets go back to the cabin where the other 9 people are and they are asleep and it is only freakin ten oclock at night.
Luke: Yes.
Me: Cool.

Soy busted his ankle the first day. Luke called it. I cursed the mountain.
Here is some of the group. Nobody liked anyone enough to put their arm around each other.

Luke and some dude he knew was famous but didnt know his name at the time. It turns out, P. Diddy.

Me and a bear.
The strip. Best strip ever.

I slept here the first night. I laid on a crib mattress in a 2X6 space. Worst sleep ever. Thank god I was drunk.
Luke and I were drunk and everyone else was asleep because of a long night of talking about their feelings and having a good cry.