The thing about Sundance

Well, what did I do on the weekend you ask? What if I don't want to tell you. Because it was a secret. Or maybe I am protecting you from something. Something horrible, maybe a gang of super ninjas.... JK, I watched Shutter Island with my friend. Leo DiCaprio is crazy, like for real. Anyway, my friend and I basically hid in her house in a fort of blankets and pillows and even a mattress. We were hunkered down hiding from any Sundancers that came by since she lives on main street. I have some what of a bone to pick with Sundancers. When we finally left the house, we got shut out of the "I am that girl" concert because its a 21 and up thing and we were not informed. On the way back to the lobby, our heads hanging in shame, we got stuck in an elevator. Squished against the wall and gagging on the obviously abused privilege of perfume, waiting until the moment the doors will open to release us and it stopped. Not on the first floor, not on the second floor, we stopped on floor 1 1/2. Between floors. We sat there perfume and all for 10 minutes as the manager and elevator technician fiddled with the multitude of buttons. 10 minutes of breathing copious amounts of peaches and "wild sunset flowers", noxious gases to the typical human nose, yet the girls seemed unharmed. We did get out but it was not fun. Moral of the story: take the stairs, and don't use perfume.