Ah yes, it seems Chris had a rip roaring time at the parties. I'm not really sure what time he crawled in but he wasn't alone. I'd been in bed for hours but Bella woke me up and I'd just got back into bed when the door to the suite banged open and I could hear my dear hubby and his guest discussing arrangements out in the living room area. There've been times in our relationship when the image of Chris and a guest discussing any kind of arrangements would have sent me scurrying out there determined to defend my place in my man's life. But I recognized the voice and unless Chris has suddenly decided to pull a Brokeback Mountain, I doubt I have anything to worry about.

Turns out there's not only a film festival going on in Park City, there's also ChefDance. For the duration of the festival master chefs create two signature dishes for an exclusive group of guests each night. I'd completely forgotten Clay was scheduled to be one of those invited chefs.

And it turns out Clay can hold his liquor a heck of a lot better than Chris. Despite Chris' protests that he take the couch, Clay was the one to convince Chris to take the couch and once he got him settled, he tiptoed out of the suite, leaving me and Bella to listen to Chris' inebriated snoring for the rest of the night.

Gotta remember to thank Clay for this one!