I showed up at my gate as the last passengers were boarding the flight. I figured all the beautiful tucked-in women (referring to their warm outfits, not any overwhelming surgery aesthetic, though now that I think about, it could be the two things) were indie movie stars, or the best friends of bigger movie stars. On the airplane, the man sitting to my right was having a loud phone conversation about this amazing script that the person on the other line would be lucky to read. The woman on my left was a “buyer” for a film company. She was my age, we bonded over that for a moment. Chris Kattan [I spelled his name right the first time!] waited for his luggage with everyone at the carousal once we landed. LA to Park City. We were all cold once we got there.
This is high art.
Wow! Thank you!