Rain and wind soaked the proceedings at yesterday’s Spirit Awards, held inside a tent right on the beach. Massive, folding waves twisted themselves around before pounding the shoreline. For the first time in my 15 years on the Oscar beat I was covering the Independent Spirit Awards in person. For this, I’d been given a red carpet spot, a seat in the press room, and a ticket inside the tent. But inside the tent I was not assured wi-fi and a plugin for my computer so I figured the press room was the better place to be. I don’t normally work the red carpet — actually I never have. For some reason I thought it would be fun to try it out this time. I would later learn that you must high tail it to the press room upon arrival to find a spot to plugin, otherwise you have to depend on the kindness of strangers to let you snuggle in and share an ethernet connection.