
After waking in the five o'clock hour, we made it to BWI on time. Poor Doug is really sick. Like get-out-the-barf-bag sick. The poor guy looks grey. There can't be too many fluids left. I have been anointing myself with hand sanitizer like somebody with OCD. Can't get sick at Sundance. This is the big dance!
I went to pick up tickets at the booth. I could make necklaces out of all the movies we are going to see this week. Hard hitting docs, dramas, Philip Seymour Hoffman's new directorial debut, and even an experimental film about consciousness and the state of the world.
I am like a kid in a candy shop. I can feel the buzz when I walk around the snow-covered streets. Pretty women with clipboards manage parties and who gets in. I crane my neck discreetly looking for which stars are being trotted out just beyond my eyes. What's all the buzz about?
So here are a couple of shots from day one. Doug started out sleepy and it went downhill from there. We have movies to watch tomorrow, so we both agree there is…
…no time to be ill.

Wish us well.
Tom