Gone Postal: Top 5 Things I Missed at the Whistler Film Fest
When asked why people move to Whistler most people I meet on chairlifts and in coffee shops usually say something about the deep snow and massive winter storms before mumbling off into some sort of sentence about “living the dream.” Myself a snow starved powder hound, the distance between dream and reality has nearly been erased with the recent blast of winter and Whistler’s alpine about to open.
The problem with all of this snow, of course, is the problem of work. And the problem isn’t lack of work (because the work on my desk never seems to end), the problem is powder days trapped in a snow globe which doubles as my office. As a freelancer I can only call the 20cm Rule on myself so many times before the desk-jockey in me begins to get stressed and angry at all the snow.
Nothing a little powder therapy can’t help, though.
Anyhow, this week I had hoped to get to the 12th Annual Whistler Film Fest and circled-off a bunch of features to catch on the silver screen. Unfortunately, Powder-Jer and Office-Jer conspired against Film Fest-Jer and the only event I could get to was the #WFF12 Opening Gala with partner-in-crime, Jack Crompton. It was a fun night, the red carpet and lights were as red and bright as anywhere, we ate popcorn, drank wine, applauded, and, eventually we shut the place down.
But in the end, I missed everything else and by the time this year’s Whistler Film Fest left town I was struck with a few regrets on what I missed. Here are the top five people and events I missed: Read more