Utawww
So, Julie, Logan, our friend Bobby, and I just got back from a snowboarding trip to Utah.
My sister lives in SLC, so we had a free place to stay, plus rides up to the hills. Julie works for an airline, so the flight was free as well.
On Wednesday, Bobby and I head up to Brighton in Big Cottonwood Canyon. We ride the hill until about 2:30, when we head to the bar. I don't know if you know anything about Utah, but since it's run by Mormons, everything is a bit odd. the beer is 3.2, booze is only availabe at a State Liquor Store (where it's outrageous), and the bars aren't bars, but "private clubs", and you have to be a member (or sponsored by a member) to drink there. So we were aware of this, due to last year's drinking in the same bar (thanks to a sponsorship by some girl sitting at the bar). Anyway, we sit down, and the waitress comes over. Here's how the conversation went...
B: Hi, yeah, we're just wondering how this membership thing works.
W: Well, it's $5 for a 3 week membership, or, if you're staying in the lodge it's included in the price.
B: Oh, well we're not staying in the lodge.
W:SO you're staying in the lodge then?
B: uh, no, we're not.
W: Let me explain this again.. It's $5 for a 3 week membership, or it's FREE if you're STAYING IN THE LODGE.
B: Yeah, but we're not staying in the lodge.
W: So you're staying in the lodge?
B & J - blank looks, thinking, "Boy is this girl dumb"
W: I'll give you a minute to think about it.
B&J : Oh!! yeah, we're staying in the lodge. We're from South Dakota.
We had to score some real points there. Yep, only the best and brightest out here.
We stayed with my sister, and she has a cat. Logan loves her cat, but he's afraid of her, because she hisses all the time. So, Logan began running around the house going. "Kitty.. HISSSSSS"
We all found it cute and funny. On Thursday, Bobby and my brother-in-law and i head to this little museum about the small town my sister lives in (Grantsville). They also had a few artifacts from the Donner Party (You know, the group that got stranded in the Sierra Nevadas, due to a snowstorm, and they ended up eating each other). We stop by City Hall to get directions, and they call the guy who runs it, at the coffee shop to tell him a group is coming by. He opens up the museum for us, and we look around. There's not much there, but it's kinda neet to see the history of the town. I'm walking around with Logan, and the guy comes up and says, "What's your name, little fella?" Logan looks at him and goes, "HISSSSSS". I think that guy thought I was raising Satan himself.
Friday Bobby and I went up to Brighton again, and almost died from exhaustion, as they had about 6"s of fresh powder. As we're riding the bus there's 2 guys in the back having a "philosophical debate". One guy is yammering on and on and on about how he refuses to tie himself down to one religion, but if he had to pick one, he'd pick Buddhism, etc etc etc. As the conversation goes on, the guy he's atlking to goes, "You know, the Dhali Lama was here not too long ago." Sir Yaps-A-Lot says, "Yeah, well the Dhali Lama was at my wedding." wow was this guy full of shit.
He goes on to say his family lived in Iran/Iraq 5000 years ago, and then half of them moved to Japan, so he's a rare blue-eyed Japanese American, etc etc etc.
Luckily the bus stopped at we got off before we had to listen to anymore of that crap.
Oh, and we hit the Heavy Metal Shop too.... small store, small selection, but the guy who runs it is the coolest. I think it's online, you should look for it.
My sister lives in SLC, so we had a free place to stay, plus rides up to the hills. Julie works for an airline, so the flight was free as well.
On Wednesday, Bobby and I head up to Brighton in Big Cottonwood Canyon. We ride the hill until about 2:30, when we head to the bar. I don't know if you know anything about Utah, but since it's run by Mormons, everything is a bit odd. the beer is 3.2, booze is only availabe at a State Liquor Store (where it's outrageous), and the bars aren't bars, but "private clubs", and you have to be a member (or sponsored by a member) to drink there. So we were aware of this, due to last year's drinking in the same bar (thanks to a sponsorship by some girl sitting at the bar). Anyway, we sit down, and the waitress comes over. Here's how the conversation went...
B: Hi, yeah, we're just wondering how this membership thing works.
W: Well, it's $5 for a 3 week membership, or, if you're staying in the lodge it's included in the price.
B: Oh, well we're not staying in the lodge.
W:SO you're staying in the lodge then?
B: uh, no, we're not.
W: Let me explain this again.. It's $5 for a 3 week membership, or it's FREE if you're STAYING IN THE LODGE.
B: Yeah, but we're not staying in the lodge.
W: So you're staying in the lodge?
B & J - blank looks, thinking, "Boy is this girl dumb"
W: I'll give you a minute to think about it.
B&J : Oh!! yeah, we're staying in the lodge. We're from South Dakota.
We had to score some real points there. Yep, only the best and brightest out here.
We stayed with my sister, and she has a cat. Logan loves her cat, but he's afraid of her, because she hisses all the time. So, Logan began running around the house going. "Kitty.. HISSSSSS"
We all found it cute and funny. On Thursday, Bobby and my brother-in-law and i head to this little museum about the small town my sister lives in (Grantsville). They also had a few artifacts from the Donner Party (You know, the group that got stranded in the Sierra Nevadas, due to a snowstorm, and they ended up eating each other). We stop by City Hall to get directions, and they call the guy who runs it, at the coffee shop to tell him a group is coming by. He opens up the museum for us, and we look around. There's not much there, but it's kinda neet to see the history of the town. I'm walking around with Logan, and the guy comes up and says, "What's your name, little fella?" Logan looks at him and goes, "HISSSSSS". I think that guy thought I was raising Satan himself.
Friday Bobby and I went up to Brighton again, and almost died from exhaustion, as they had about 6"s of fresh powder. As we're riding the bus there's 2 guys in the back having a "philosophical debate". One guy is yammering on and on and on about how he refuses to tie himself down to one religion, but if he had to pick one, he'd pick Buddhism, etc etc etc. As the conversation goes on, the guy he's atlking to goes, "You know, the Dhali Lama was here not too long ago." Sir Yaps-A-Lot says, "Yeah, well the Dhali Lama was at my wedding." wow was this guy full of shit.
He goes on to say his family lived in Iran/Iraq 5000 years ago, and then half of them moved to Japan, so he's a rare blue-eyed Japanese American, etc etc etc.
Luckily the bus stopped at we got off before we had to listen to anymore of that crap.
Oh, and we hit the Heavy Metal Shop too.... small store, small selection, but the guy who runs it is the coolest. I think it's online, you should look for it.