No Sooner Did We Begin Than...
We got in a car accident somewhere near Nampa, Idaho. The rear view mirror was messed up, and I ran right into the car next to me when I changed lanes because I didn't see it. I had almost run into another one a second earlier and I was shaken up because I couldn't seem to adjust the mirror to see. After impact, we had to drive to the side and this angry middle-aged white guy that was hit called the police and angrily came up to us to gives us some unncessary "fuck you"'s etc. to which Ali calmly replied, "this isn't helping. we're taking care of it. thanks." The important thing: now our mirror is fixed and our insurance will cover it. And we're okay. I got a small citation for failure to stay in my lane (great - one more thing to put on my bar app.)
Later we stopped in Twin Falls, Idaho, mostly motivated (on my part) because of my attachment to the movie of the same name about conjoined twins who fell in love with the same girl. At Wendy's, we saw the real life version of Napolean Dynamite's brother (pic available - look over Ali's shoulder). Twin Falls is actually really beautiful on the outside with this deep ravine and beatiful Astoria-like bridge, but then you get inside and it's one big strip mall.
Currently, we're at a Salt Lake City Best Western. We're treating ourself to these unusual luxury accomodations due to the 12 hour drive. Ali and I had a brief disagreement about the hotel clerk who assumed we wanted two twin beds and not one. He said it in such a way like, "I assume you want 2 beds, right?" which Ali took as very progressive (she had just gotten done being angry about women-hating on the radio so I guess it seemed better than that), but I was a bit annoyed. Maybe it was because he was reeking with Mormonism, and I am naturally suspicious. And maybe a little in the mood to be offended, what with being in Utah and all. At any rate, I think the proper (non-heterosexist, non-leading question) would have been "how many beds would you like?", not assuming anything about us and giving us the opportunity to express what we want, without having to feel like we are going against this guy's views of what he thinks we should be. But again. I'm suspicious.
I almost ran over a fox. I'm glad I didn't. It was very dark driving into the nothingness of Utah. I think there were beautiful mountains but I don't know because I couldn't see them. Maybe tomorrow.
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Later we stopped in Twin Falls, Idaho, mostly motivated (on my part) because of my attachment to the movie of the same name about conjoined twins who fell in love with the same girl. At Wendy's, we saw the real life version of Napolean Dynamite's brother (pic available - look over Ali's shoulder). Twin Falls is actually really beautiful on the outside with this deep ravine and beatiful Astoria-like bridge, but then you get inside and it's one big strip mall.
Currently, we're at a Salt Lake City Best Western. We're treating ourself to these unusual luxury accomodations due to the 12 hour drive. Ali and I had a brief disagreement about the hotel clerk who assumed we wanted two twin beds and not one. He said it in such a way like, "I assume you want 2 beds, right?" which Ali took as very progressive (she had just gotten done being angry about women-hating on the radio so I guess it seemed better than that), but I was a bit annoyed. Maybe it was because he was reeking with Mormonism, and I am naturally suspicious. And maybe a little in the mood to be offended, what with being in Utah and all. At any rate, I think the proper (non-heterosexist, non-leading question) would have been "how many beds would you like?", not assuming anything about us and giving us the opportunity to express what we want, without having to feel like we are going against this guy's views of what he thinks we should be. But again. I'm suspicious.
I almost ran over a fox. I'm glad I didn't. It was very dark driving into the nothingness of Utah. I think there were beautiful mountains but I don't know because I couldn't see them. Maybe tomorrow.
For more info, visit Ali's Journal