I just saw a woman doing calisthenics in the main hallway of the airport. While I admire her passion for fitness (and her glutes) I have to ask really? Then I wonder, is this what I will eventually come to … burrito in one hand 5lb. weight in the other?
It’s January in Utah which means something very definite in the airport Club Lounge: Sundance. I’m surrounded by the rampant douchebaggery that is profitable indie filmmaking and delightful phrases surround me: “You’re a giant and you’re surrounded by pygmies.” “Daddy!” (Giggled by a twenty-four year old snuggled into the lap of her sixty year oldContinue reading “Eavesdropping in the Club Lounge”