Perhaps if I came to Park City with a feature I'd be jealous that my Slamdance screening wasn't packed with buyers, or that Variety, indieWIRE and the other trades weren't knocking down my door in early January to profile me before the festival. But since I was there with a short that I wasn't actively trying to sell, I didn't need to make sure that Weinstein Company exec made it my screening. I just wanted a good, smart audience to see the movie. And that's exactly what happened. Both showings of film -- which played before the very entertaining Crime Fiction -- were sold out, and as far as I could tell, the audience seemed to like my movie. So I have to give my most sincere thanks to the Slamdance team -- most notably Sarah Diamond and John Stoddard -- who have really gotten behind me over the past few months. Along with programming my short, Lola, they also gave Frank & Lola, my feature-length script on which Lola is based, an honorable mention finalist prize in their Screenplay Competition. And despite a staff that probably has fewer totals members than the volunteer corps at Sundace, the Slamdance folk treated me and, I'm sure, every other filmmaker in the festival, with all the attention we could ever have wanted. Other good things: a very cool, unpretentious opening-night party at some underground dive bar, and a free pair of Doc Martens (which I haven't worn since Seventh Grade but worked wonders in the Utah permafrost). Slamdance also kicked Sundance's ass in the annual sled-off, and only one person had to go to the hospital.