sundance '11. without oprah.

we're not going to talk about oprah. or the injustice of reading other people's facebook status updates in all caps and exclamation points announcing they saw oprah at sundance.

we're just not.

instead, i'm going to tell you that i had the greatest time.  and laughed 324356 times..... harder than i had laughed all month. isthismonthoveryet?

i'll also tell you about the wicked snow we i drove straight into through parley's canyon and the death grip i had on my steering wheel. 

and the charm of brooke's passenger-seat-driver commentary.

and the j.crew detour we had to take at the outlets to winterize our ill prepared selves.

and the cardigan + button down i bought with brooke's student discount.

and the hats, scarves, gloves we didn't find... so we tried again on main street in park city.

the hats we bought at the roxy store.  me.  roxy store.  what a joke. but if you're in the market for a charming elmer fudd hat, roxy is the way to go.  and bonus!  strangers loved them. LOVED THEM.

early on, this may have been a wise place to start the search for celebrities.

but i stumbled upon the bing bar.... where i read all sorts of parties/press junkets were happening... so we waited. and waited. and waited. 

imagine me, behind the camera, repeating "ashlee, brooke. look at me.  look at me.  LOOK AT ME."

and this was all i got.  they were too glued to the door, waiting to see who was going to come out next.

until brooke found this guy.

"he's on friday night lights, i think" she said.

so i snapped a picture and sent it off to jenna to confirm.

after all, she's introduced me to tim riggins.

that guy is jesse plemons, aka landry.

whatev.

and then in a whirlwind of sublime celebrity fantasy unicorns and rainbows and hearts and teddy bears fantasy land, seriously - like within 30 seconds - we saw terrance howard {who literally took my breath away with the smoothest skin.  odd?}, liv tyler, and jermiane dupri.

here's the thing. we saw terrance coming from a mile away. he was nice. said hello. smiled. waved. some stranger girl said, "who was that, who was that? why can't i think of his name?" to which i happily answered her question.

but then liv came out a split second later, surrounded by a serious entourage. no time/room to snap a pic. we tried. i tried telling b + a she was right in front of our faces.... but the chaos was just too much.

and then jermaine. i'll be honest, he looked like a fool. i mean, if he were will.i.am. he'd be cool. but he was jermaine dupri.... and so, he just looked like he was trying too hard. and.... he's like 4' 11". janet jackson is a monster compared to him.

i mean.... in the end - even taking into account the oprah tragedy - the snow, the $37 pasta bill that was just awful, the roxy store.... all worth it.

because my six degrees to kevin bacon factor just skinnied up to ONE

p.s. check terrance and liv here.  e!, aubry, all in the same day.... and the same wardrobe change.