Tomorrow I'll be piling into a minivan (I offered my car, but they wouldn't bite...) with Mr. RCJohnso and crew to whet the old whistle in Las Vegas before heading on up to Park City, Utah, and the Sundance Film Festival. There, I will kick it with so many of the scrumptious Johnsons that I may lose my rag from happiness, and witness the long-awaited, first-ever public projection of a little film called Brick. Seriously, nothing could be more awesome. I've never been to Utah!
Full reports will follow, and you better believe that if I run into Mr. Grody, and he's wearing a trucker hat, I am going give that biz-natch a piece of my mind.