Ideal Bite

Here in Park City, Utah, where the Sundance Film Festival is overrunning the tiny resort village, I've had ample opportunity to contemplate my feet. I walk the little streets, staring down at my toes, hoping not to slip in the snow or step on some entitled celeb's toes.  The dry, desert mountain air, combined with the cold, is pretty much desiccating every square inch of my skin, and I have to admit, the mini bottles of weak lotion at the hotel do almost nothing to help.  Oh, what I wouldn't give to have brought my TerraNova foot cream...

Mainly, though, I've been contemplating my feet in order to avoid looking at the creepy amounts of fur that seem to be overrunning this place.  I've never seen such a wanton display of "F^*k you, I'll wear whatever I want, regardless of how it is created."  Never.  It's horrifying.

And it's just - quite simply - bizarre.  In the middle of a festival that has tons of green themes (the festival guide even has a section that helps festivalgoers learn how to "go green"), I wander streets lined with bins filled with empty plastic water bottles, while giant SUVs idle outside party venues, waiting for their fur-clad starlets to exit.

Oh, where is Leo in his hybrid when you need him?

-Heather... off to thaw out my toes and cool off my head...

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