You in the film biz now, toots? I had you pegged as more of a slamdance kinda feller.

Anyway, Park City: bring your own puffy made from the wings of iridescent butterflies, and your own beer. Made from whatever beer is made from.

Wet storm system rolling thru here. Local mountains are getting skunked, but so. Sierra is lighting up nicely.

I love winter.

Smooches!