I’m sitting in the airport as I write this (though I’m posting it several hours later in the free wi-fi of the Sundance Press Suite), waiting for my friend Jonathan Marlow to arrive from San Francisco before we drive into Park City. The snow advisory has been lifted, and it looks like it’ll be a lovely day. There’s even sun shining outside.

Funny thing about sitting in this Salt Lake City airport: you can tell by looking at them who is here on business, who is here to ski, and who is here to make a splash at Sundance. Something tells me the people-watching is much more fun at this time of year. I’m talking about the LA trio where the girl in the designer jeans is laughing a little too loudly at the joke made by the guy in the adidas sport coat. I’m talking about those awful dyed green Nikes. I’m talking about the two lost and rural-looking guys who haven’t mastered the attitude needed to pull off those flashy fur coats. Oh my god, are short ponytails on guys coming back, or is he a time traveler from 10 or 20 years ago?

The entertainment begins as soon as you land.

-Andy Spletzer slogging from Sundance in Park City, Utah