The people that were in line for the Vice party were all kicked outta line & evaporated into the thin air of Park City’s cold-as-hell main street that evening.
The Downstairs venue was the host of like 4 parties that night and the parties were all scheduled back-to-back like Mexicans in a pinto trying to get somewhere VERY fast and furiously.
I was like, that’s too bad. I thought Vice was better than that. But I suppose I’ll never discover the true story of what happened that night.
After the disappointment I proceeded directly to my friends house to share a comfy warm bed and a spanking fantastic comforter.
Will post photograph(s) soon.