In the snow‑slick glow of Main Street, the Holiday Lights Ceremony unveiled a parade of status more than art. Historic Park City Alliance, the architect of the event, opened the gates to 200 lucky guests in step‑and‑repeat red and gala black, a small blessing before the crowd of Small Business Saturday fans spilled in clutching candy canes. The curtains lifted at 5 p.m., revealing DJ Dolph spinning seasonal beats—tungsten‑blue synths echoing the electric hum of a room full of linguine‑drinking, Instagram‑snapping millionaires and their aides. The dress code, a phantom creed of flutes‑glass gold accessories and muted neutrals, was more a pretext for judging than a canopy for curation. I tasted the taste of cheap champagne through a rainbow of overpriced plastic, while the best of the crowd merely peered into a televised star‑studded television screen. Verdict: Avoid the Main Street crush.
Cable #3332December 3, 2025
Main Street Glowing
Glimped at a glittering crowd: the Holiday Lights Ceremony on Main Street, where the entrance was less an affair than a shuffle of already‑briefed attendees.
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