If you ever want people to think you're somebody, just walk out of Harry O's on Main Street just after someone marginally known walks in.

Earlier today, Darren and I were coming out of the building after shooting some fantabulous video in the Rayban Rock Band Bar (look for it online tomorrow). As we were leaving, we held the door for Daniel Baldwin to come in - aka the "Puffy Baldwin" - and when we left the small crowd of fans and photogs standing outside studied us for signs of fame. Thinking back, we should have played it up more and perhaps offered a few autographs. It was certainly a surreal moment.

Real fame was fleeting in Park City on Wednesday, as moving vans pulled up to former swag lounges to load in the rapidly dismantled parts that make up the VIP hiding spots. We did exchange a smile with William H. Macy as he walked down the street (well, I did; Darren didn't even notice him). We also saw former Salt Lake Mayor Deedee Corradini at the festival headquarters, surrounded by a sea of people and suitcases headed to the airport to get the heck outta town. It looks like the publicity soaked portion of the festival is officially over.

I'm sure the volunteers are secretly relieved to get back to the film business at hand. At least the ones that were willing to speak to us on camera today were. After interviewing our first volunteer, another got on the radio and "warned" the other volunteers that we were coming and told them not to talk to us while working. Not cool! Hey, lady, we live here! We still managed to find a few willing to break the rules for us. After all, what are they going to do, fire them? Check out the video we got from them: