if this is what pre-promotion is like then I can't wait till the real thing...

I have just about healed from my first of two ear surgeries and am starting some new projects and working harder on some old ones. The movie is pushing along slowly. I am hoping to have a 30 minute working edit done in the very near future. I am told it will help me secure a narrator. The first two trailers I put together had only three interviews out of the 20 or so that I have completed. A new edit will give a better overview of the footage compiled. Also, Ryan Bingham won the Golden Globe for best new song on a soundtrack with 'The Weary Kind' from the movie Crazy Heart with Jeff Bridges. I'll be using an early album of his as the soundtrack for my film. I knew he was destined for stardom when he released his first album. They are very talented guys and I look forward to showcasing an earlier album that was as good as anything he puts out now. I made some posters for the film for Sundance 2011 and went out for the weekend of the festival to pre-promote. (a bit premature maybe but I tend to be a bit overenthusiastic when deep into a project) The plan was to put up my posters during the day on Thursday and meet up with Denny back at the airport in the evening for a nice weekend of snowboarding and films. Unfortunately it didn't turn out that way. While I was putting up the last of my posters on the bulletin walls they erect along main street in Park City, a couple of guys came up and started putting up advertising for some computer company over my posters. Not one here and one there covering a corner or two but ten posters stapled up to completely cover all of my posters which I had just taped up. Now I'm cold as hell and have wet feet. It's snowing and I have already had a run in with some other kooks from another non-movie related advertising team so I'm not in the best of moods at this time. So I look over at these guys and they know they just completely covered my stuff and they are laughing to each other so I start tearing all of the posters they put up on my stuff and proceed to tear all of the posters they put up off of the wall, all the while calling them f-ing assholes and other colorful names. One of the guys tries to push me back from the wall and I give him a nice punch in the mouth and he falls back into the gutter snowbank full of filthy black slush. They have a crew close by putting up stuff so these guys start yelling for them, the cops, security and generally trying to get the crowd and passerby riled up against me. I'm about half way up Main Street and I need to get to the bottom and to the Marriott where the shuttle loads up to take people from Park City back to Salt Lake City airport. I grab my carry on roller and my backpack and start walking down. These guys have gone from two to about ten in thirty seconds and they're yelling at me that they're making a citizens arrest, that I need to stop and wait, someone call 911. Generally being total fags about it but since the street is jammed with people, other good citizens get involved and they start yelling and walking behind me. Nobody is touching me but I have about 15 people yelling for the cops ,the pope, and Robert Redford practically as I walk my cold ass three blocks down Main Street. That was a slow-assed three blocks, let me tell you. If they had torches and pitchforks, it would have been perfect. So I get to the Marriott shuttle turnaround and the van is there with some poor bewildered stoner guy holding the passenger door. There is also a lady inside already. Half the crowd is yelling at the van driver to wait for the police and the other half is milling around inside the Marriott trying to get the staff to hold the shuttle. Turns out the shuttle is not Marriott related but more like a cab so I put twenty bucks into the drivers hand and tell him to get us out of here. I can hear the freaking siren in the background and I know I will have no chance explaining myself with this crowd carrying on. I got the vibe that the driver had something to lose if the cops pulled up so he jumped in and literally drove thru some dipshits who were trying to hold the van back by pushing against the front fenders. We were pulling out and the last thing I heard was some lady screaming out "FUCK YOU" at the van as we drove off. I explained as best I could the situation on the ride back to the lady and the driver and then closed my eyes for the next 45 minutes. I wasn't sure if these dummies were going to make some stuff up and tell the cops I pulled a knife out or something so we hit the airport and I beelined it to the counter and switched my flight to 8:45. That's 1 hour away. I'm supposed to meet Denny there at Nine p.m. but I'm too freaked out so I hit the terminal and am on the plane taxiing out as Denny is taxiing up. I try to explain but what do you say? My trip to Sundance was twelve hours in all. Two arguements. One punch. An angry mob. A quick flight out. Great. Nothing ever goes smoothly.