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Dispatches from Sundance: Part IV

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Well, last night was something of a bust. We tried to get into TAO to see 50 Cent perform — and we even got in line early — but they were not letting anyone in. Seriously, there was a girl in front of me who had a table reserved and they wouldn’t even let her in. Apparently the fire marshalls had determined that even one more person inside would be too much.

Then Paris Hilton arrived with about 15 people. They all got right in. It was so funny — it was freaking freezing outside, and Paris gets out of the Escalade wearing a tank dress. No jacket. I guess she knew she wouldn’t be waiting in line.

My friend Rebecca eventually smuggled her way in with a group of producers (we probably could have tagged along, but didn’t, because we had four guys we were trying to get in — a fatal error), and she said it was packed shoulder-to-shoulder. She said she couldn’t even get to the bathroom, it was so insane. She also said that — gasp! — drinks weren’t free! Drinks are always free at Sundance! For shame! But she said 50 did show up, and played for like four hours. Insane! We just went to a bar called Sidecar and hung out for a little while.

Then my friend Courtney and I tried to find the big afterparty at the 5W house — we’d been sent very specific directions — and we still couldn’t find the place. We drove around through the mountains for an hour. The girl over at E! couldn’t find it either, so I don’t feel so bad. I think they sent out bad directions, perhaps intentionally, who knows? Courtney and I played follow-the-Escalade for about 20 minutes, hoping it would lead us to the house, but it was a no-go. And there were like 50 Escalades circling the mountain, all as lost as we were. I really think they sent out bad directions.

We did, somehow, end up at a very odd lodge with trance music piped through every floor, where people were wearing 3-D glasses and sitting on couches staring at a huge, acid-trip-style 3-D movie while drinking Stella Artois. Seriously, like, you walked in, they handed you 3-D glasses and a Stella and told you to sit on the couch and watch the screen. It was so bizarre, especially the juxtaposition of the old-school lodge (wood paneling, moose heads on the wall, etc) with the trance music. There were about 30 people in the room, pretty much all of whom had ended up there while looking for a different party. No one was quite sure what was going on or why. It really felt like a set-up for a mass murder, and we were tired, so we high-tailed it out of there in a hurry, despite persisting rumors that U2 would be playing there later.

We crashed out as soon as we got home, then I had to get up this morning and head to the airport, where my flight was (of course) delayed, and later moved to a gate halfway across the airport. Awesome. So I’m home now, and I’m tired, and I’m going to bed soon.

xoxo,
Beet

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