3.2 beer be damned, Park City was ready to rally for TGR's newest ski and snowboard film, Lost and Found. Despite the line being a few blocks long, everyone got into Harry O's in time to get some drinks and rock out to the local opening band. Mingling among the crowd were Jeremy Nobis, Sage Cattabriga-Alosa, Lynsey Dyer, and Cody Barnhill.
After some quick giveaways, including a pair of Dynastar skis, it was show time. The lights dimmed and Lost and Found appeared on the huge main screen and the 6 flat screen TV's surrounding the venue. If you weren't in a good viewing position by the time the lights went down you were out of luck because the place was packed. Cheers were heard throughout the movie and everyone was stoked. As soon as the credits rolled the bar was swarmed, LBC took the stage, and everyone proceeded to rage it for the rest of the night.
As a testament to what a good ski and snowboard movie premiere can do, the mountains were blanketed in snow the next morning. Thanks to everyone who came out for the showing and we'll see you next year.
** The TGR Jeeps pumping tunes outside of Harry O’s**
** Notice how far the line extends up the block**
** The crowd swarming the bar right before the showing **
** Everyone was ready for some free swag**
** 'LBC' rocked the crowd after the movie until close**
** At one point a crowd of girls stormed the stage to rage it with the band. And why did they do that...?**
** ...Because anything can happen at a TGR premiere**
** Nothing can end a night better than rocking out in the Musical Cab**
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