Why We Don't Mind Being Walking Advertisements

At long last, the second star-stalker is posting, although Joanna was right when she said I've been by her side for many of the previous posts. There has been a request that I also comment on the Gael encounter. Honestly, I was so star-struck at the time that my memory's a little hazy. I needed Joanna to remind me what I said to him. I saw him again a few days later (sans nerd glasses) when his female body guards fended off other rabid fans as he ran away from them across the street. He was too speedy to get a picture.
Anyway, onto the the topic of the post. As you walk down Main Street, you see signs up for all sorts of Sundance sponsors - everything from the Entertainment Weekly Cafe to the hordes of people decked out in Moviefone red snow suits. I would comment on how commercial and consumerist this is, except for one thing - the sponsors give us free shit. Not only can we create entire outfits from the clothing we've received from Kenneth Cole, Adobe, and VW, we can also go to their venues on Main Street and grab more stuff. The VW booth has free T-shirts, Junior Mints, and even VW-shaped pasta. We're personally big fans of the venues that hand out free alcohol (yes yes, I've broken my pact, but only a couple of times!). The danger of free-flowing Stella Artois is that we might have shown up to work drunk last night. Eh, all of the patrons are doing it, so why can't we? All right, off to see our second Justin Kirk film (he's so dreamy and so so gay). Sadly, we slept through the Gosling's movie, but with my eagle-eyes, I'm sure I'll spot him and Rachel Mac before the week is done.