Spring Break....everything but the beach

The scene was set.

Jaw-droppingly oppulent ski haus with romantic view of a tiny lake overlooked by a 3/4 moon? Check.
Packed house full of L.A. and NY's most seasoned partiers (brought to the top of the hill by shuttle bus after uttering the secret password: "Barry Manilow")? Check.

A bevvy of horrendously under-dressed women (well, over-dressed actually -- many in strapless sequened cocktail dresses or top dollar mini skirts despite the single digit temperatures)? Check.

Booze aplenty (as per event sponsors Belvedere Vodka and Moet & Chandon Champagne)? Check.
DJ Adam 12 of the rock band She Wants Revenge on the 1's and 2's spinning vintage hip-hop? Check.
A "grotto" comprised of two steaming jacuzzis in a subterranean lair? Double check.

It was precisely the kind of event that gives Sundance its reputation as "Hollywood's version of spring break" -- a perception that when movie people (and their ancilliaries, agents, managers, publicists and all their assistants, significant others and hangers-ons) go off the reservation to wheel and deal at the festival, recreational substance use and free sex prevail during off hours. So what prevented one of Sundance's much bally-hooed orgies from jumping off at this private party?

It wasn't for lack of orgy goodwill.
"I'm waiting for the right moment to strike," said Anto G, the chief executive of Von Dutch watches, who had been cautioned against doffing his clothing to jump into a jacuzzi around 1:00 am. "I'm waiting for the right moment to pop."

Sadly, that moment seemed to never come.
As of 2:15 when this reporter bribed a driver $25 to transport him down the hill to bed, the grotto was miraculously empty, all the guests remained fully clothed and even though the party upstairs remained in full swing.

- Chris Lee