We arrived today in Park City alive, after boarding the plane and discovering that despite Delta's promises (ON MY BOARDING PASS) we had no seatback televisions. Which is a bummer on a five and a half hour flight with three children.
I have Steve Jobs to thank for the ensuing... calm. I distributed a variety of Apple products loaded with games and Scooby Doo episodes and between that and the snacks, we all survived (as did our seatmates).
I love it here. Hot, sunny days followed by cool nights is my idea of heaven. Mountain air, hiking with the kids, exploring the town, begging the locals for Hollywood gossip from Sundance, staying in a house with a beautiful view... it's dreamy. I am making a point of appreciating every bit of it.
No surprise, my band was tight during the flight. We got in late enough that I tried to just have a couple bagel chips for dinner. Didn't go down all that easily, so I had a cheese stick and will see how things seem tomorrow. I see soup in my future.
