On Monday night my Dad scored me a seat at the Sundance Institute's benefit celebration. Despite being racked by illness, I showed up -- partially to see my Dad and partially to gawk at the celebrities serving booze. You can read my account of the evening here.
I know it's super fucking lazy to redirect you instead of just writing something original, but "super fucking lazy" has been my middle name lately. Seriously! Those name change kits they send you when you get married are fun!