the ocean

We went to Salt Lake City last weekend. Well, in truth, we flew into Salt Lake City and drove to Park City, where we stayed for the weekend. But either way, it was an experience. We made sure to see some of the Real Housewives sites before we left SLC proper, including the Beauty Lab parking lot where Homeland Security tried to arrest Jen Shah and Mary Cosby's church that may or may not be a cult. We also stopped at the Meredith Marks store in Park City, where the staff judged us with their eyes and found us wanting while taking personal phone calls and ignoring questions about the merchandise. 

Of course, if you don't watch the housewives (and you shouldn't, for the sake of our nation), all of this means nothing to you. So I'll transition to items of more general interest. Park City is cute. There was lots of good hiking available to make us quickly realize we weren't especially cut out to hike at high altitude. There were many nice restaurants priced as though Gwyneth Paltrow might show up and order a chicken sandwich at any minute. And there were interesting art galleries where they really seemed unsure of why they had put out the art for unwashed losers like us to look at in the first place. Ian and I joked that we should buy a piece for our new house, except it would then have to be instead of the new house. Guess we've come a ways from the poster sale in the student union back in '97.

We stayed at a VRBO that was frankly amazing. Woodburning fireplace, foosball table where I schooled Ian with maximum prejudice, Star Wars themed pinball machine that was fairly incomprehensible, classic arcade game where I realized that Burger Time is actually kind of a metaphor for life. You know, sentence fragments like that. And a mountain view! I almost didn't want to come back, except this is where everyone we know and all of our stuff is.