Utah is up in arms again…



This time over a bogus holiday card sent to Republican voters in South Carolina. If you haven’t heard about this story… here’s a link that gives pictures and details about the card. http://ap.google.com/article/ALeqM5i4xSiLZoCBZcTh0s-C14_UK932_wD8TRH3T01



Of course, Utah is taking this as a personal attack on their state, when really it has nothing to do with them. In addition, the cards are accurate. If you pull out your little Book of Mormon that everyone is issued when you set foot in the state…that is truly the quote that is in the book. Mormonism is founded on racism. Let’s be honest…they believed that Jesus was white, he walked in America, the garden of Eden was really in Missouri and that God marked bad people with dark skin. That’s what the religion was founded on. It wasn’t until the 70s that they started allowing men with dark skin to hold positions in the church. And the only reason that they allowed that to happen was because some crack pot prophet had a revelation (ironically enough the revelation came just before the LDS church was going to start being sued for a million dollars a day.)



And the quote in that story that absolutely killed me was this, “Hutchins said the mailing hurts his temple, which, like the parent Mormon church, stays out of politics.” Ummm…no. I’m sorry but I have to disagree with that one. The parent Mormon church does not stay out of politics. They may not officially endorse a party to the press…but they are totally ingrained in politics, especially state politics. When I first moved out here, I asked someone…Utah is part of the country right? They do have to observe separation of church and state right? Because…umm they don’t. They have insane liquor laws because Mormons think drinking is evil. They don’t allow strip clubs or gambling because Mormons think it is evil. We don’t even have a state lottery! The congregations are told by the elders which candidates to vote for in elections and which referendums to pass or fail. This is told to them in their services!! Doesn’t get involved in politics…yeah that’s like saying Lindsay Lohan will never do coke again.

So it has been snowing here. Quite a lot actually. Well actually it isn’t all that much probably 6 inches or so…but you’d swear it was the blizzard of the century. Roads don’t really get plowed here and the suicide lanes in the middle, really turn into suicide lanes because they don’t even get touched with a plow…so they start out as 6 inches of powder and end up 12 inches of slush. The actual lanes in the road are barely any better. I swear the snow plow drivers think about putting down the blade and that’s as far as it goes…they think about it. The road was in such bad condition yesterday the slush was scraping the underside of my car. Now I know a Honda Civic isn’t the highest riding car in the world…but I should not be plowing slush with the underside of my civic. It’s ridiculous!

So eharmony.com was having a free communication weekend this past weekend. I never bought into the whole online dating thing and thought it was sketchy in general…but given my long held single status I decided, “Hey, its free. Why not? It’s not like anything better is coming along.” So I took their 30 points of compatibility crap or whatever and waited for them to find me match. Well, they couldn’t. I believe the exact message I got was, "We're sorry we couldn't find you a match today...how about you stop being so picky and cynical you bitter old bitty and try again tomorrow." How sad of a day is that, when you realize that even eharmony can’t find you a virtual Mr. Right or even a Mr. Right Now? I think I need another cat…and maybe some hot rollers for my hair…and a facial mask while I’m at it.

I think that’s all the updating I have for today. Next up…New Year’s posting.

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I have gotten scoffed at when I say that I go back to NY to get my highlights done and my hair cut because I refuse to trust anyone in this state. The following story proves my point...

Woman blames salon for chemically-burned scalp
December 28th, 2007 @ 10:00pm

Sarah Dallof reporting

A trip to the hair salon turned into a trip to the hospital when a woman's scalp was badly burned from bleaching. In fact, she says she was in so much pain she went to the emergency room.

We've all heard it: beauty is pain. But Kareim Ugarte says never thought she'd end up at the ER with her scalp burning and her head throbbing so badly she couldn't see straight, all because of hair dye chemicals.


Ugarte wanted to surprise her husband with a new look for the new year. She was after beautiful blonde hair, like Kelly Ripa. Instead she got "orange, yellow, three colors," as she puts it.

But what really concerns her are the oozing burns the ER doctor tells her are the result of chemicals left for too long on her scalp.

"It was with blisters and a lot of liquid coming out of the areas," Ugarte said.

She went to the J.C. Penney Styling Salon at Valley Fair Mall yesterday. She signed a waiver, acknowledging coloring chemicals can damage hair, skin and scalp. She says the stylist estimated her hair would go from brunette to blonde in two hours. Instead, it took seven.

"I told her, ‘I can't take it anymore. If you need to do something else, I can't take anymore,'" Ugarte said. She complained to the stylist, as well as salon and store mangers. She says they all they offered were free deep conditioning treatments. Then came the bill - $150.

The salon referred us to a representative from J.C. Penney's corporate office. He says stylists are trained and certified and the company is sorry the treatment didn't turn out as planned. He also says Kareim is welcome to come back so they can try to fix the problem.

She says that's not enough. "I want J.C. Penny to recognize they made a mistake, first hiring the wrong people, second leaving the salon in the wrong hands, thinking a waiver will free them of any responsibility."

For now, the ER doctor has told Kareim to just leave her head alone -- no touching, blow drying and especially no dying until those burns heal. After that, she's at a loss on how to fix it.



Ok, first of all. People in Utah aren't the brightest. A waiver means...no liability for Penney's...you're the dumbass that signed it...deal with your decision. Second of all...anyone who knows anything about hair dye and dying knows that you cannot go from almost black to blond in one move. The client should have known that and definitely the stylist should have known that. Then the stupid stylist put dye on her hair for 7 hours! 7 hours! Of course her scalp is going to fry after 7 hours! Plus you went to Penney's for a major overhaul...there was the biggest mistake. If you want a job well done you go to a real salon, not some crack pot poser of a salon. I mean Penney's is fine for a trim...or basic highlights...but overhauls...pay the $150 at a real salon.

So the next time someone rolls their eyes at me because I go to my cousin in NY for kickass highlights I'm going to site this story...I want awesome highlights...not 3rd degree burns from some high school dropout who should never have graduated from beauty school.

Whoo-Hoo 2000 hits!



I hit the 2000 hits mark! I’ve almost reached celebrity status…but not really.



Let’s see trip home for Christmas…very frustrating. Utah got dumped on with 8 inches of lake effect snow in a 12 hour period. You would have sworn we got a blizzard. I left early for the airport that morning so that I would have plenty of time to make my flight. When I left the traffic guy was saying that I-15 was slow moving but it was still ok. I got on I-15 and it was a standstill. Not even kidding…I was doing 6 miles an hour on the highway when I should have been doing 65. I could have run to the airport faster than that. It seems that all the good little sheep Mormons got on the highway and like little lemmings were following one another to their peril. So I sat on the highway for 20 minutes until I got to the next exit and then I got off and started taking back roads. I am so lucky that I won the GPS because it totally saved my butt. I didn’t know any of the backroads, but I told it I didn’t want to take the highway and one hour and 45 minutes later I was at the airport. That was especially frustrating because the trip should have taken 25 minutes. I was so scared that I was going to miss my flight and then I would have been in trouble because its Christmas and everything is booked up. I parked the car, got on the shuttle, checked luggage, went through security and got right on the plane. I never stopped once. If I had been 10 minutes later I would have missed my flight. Of course then we had to sit on the tarmac away from the gate for an hour and a half because the runways weren’t plowed. Again, this caused me angst because I only had a 45 minute layover. So I was going to miss my connecting flight. I got off the plane as soon as I could and found the nearest agent. She informed me that my plane had already left and that I should go to the ticket counter. I went to the counter and the lady informed me that my flight was being delayed by 10 minutes. This meant that I had 5 minutes to get to the gate, and as luck would have it, it was at a completely different concourse. So I sprinted for the shuttle. Sprinted off the shuttle and ran up to my gate. By this point I am out of breath and ready to pass out because I haven’t eaten anything all day. I asked the lady if I could get on the plane and she informed me that they hadn’t even started boarding yet. That is information that would have been helpful before I sprinted all over the airport. My flight was delayed almost 2 hours but I didn’t really care that much because I made it.



Being home was good. I got to see lots of the family, which is what Christmas is for. Christmas day was nice and relaxing, so that was good. The trip went entirely too fast though.



Now I’m back in Utah temporarily…until the next trip. It’s a Friday and it is so quiet and boring here. Almost everyone is on vacation and I almost wish I had taken today off because then I wouldn’t be wasting my time here… I could be wasting my time at home, sleeping…because 3 hours of sleep sucks.



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I think it’s been one of those weeks for everyone…



Is it just me or does everyone seem really irritable this week? Monday I think was the worst. Everyone I ran into seemed to have a case of the grumpies.



Driving this week has been incredibly frustrating. I swear all these Utahns grew up in places with no snow…except wait…they didn’t…they all grew up here and never left. To give you an insight into how bad the driving is…I have to go up a slight incline to go to work. Ok, it’s more of a small hill…but it’s not that bad. Unless I am driving in 4 inches of slush because Utah sucks at road plowing and the idiot in front of me is going 5 miles an hour. Seriously, 5 miles an hour. Now my little Honda handles snow and slush and mountains pretty well…at least I am impressed by it…but my car and I also have this agreement…the car says, you don’t give me momentum…I start to slide and you don’t go up the hill…you don’t like it…buy a gas sucking SUV. It’s a delicate balance. So needless to say I was more than a little miffed at the driver in front of me for going so slow…because then I didn’t get my momentum and I started sliding down the hill. I understand the need to be cautious in bad weather but seriously 5 miles an hour, for 4 inches of slush…bitch please. Every time the weather is anything but sunny around here people lose their brains and start driving like this is the first time they have ever been behind the wheel and if they go any faster than they can run, they might die. It’s incredibly annoying.



Let’s see…what else. The AF decided to be a huge annoyance to me this week. A few weeks ago I received an email saying that there was no way I was going to get into this training I needed to attend…so I should apply to many sections of this training and not expect to get any of them. Suddenly on Monday I receive this email that says, “Hey...you got into this course…yay you…oh by the way it’s in January, like the early part, and it’s in Ohio.” Now I am all for getting trained and getting out of Utah, but I can think of better places to spend my time than Ohio in January, especially when they are flying me through O Hare. And I never thought I would say this…but I would actually rather stay in Utah during that time for three reasons 1. my season ski pass that I want to use 2. Sundance Film Festival (where a different kind of weirdness descends upon Utah…the Hollywood weirdness) 3. They are flying me through O Hare (this is almost as bad as flying through JFK…almost). So for 2 weeks I get to spend some time in illustrious Ohio, in the cold and the greyness. Yay. The two bright spots in that trip are I might go to the SU/Cincinnati game in Cincinnati and I get to hang out with Kelly (who just moved there recently)! So I guess it won’t be too terrible.



Christmas is coming up. I really don’t feel like celebrating this year. I wish we could just skip over the whole ordeal. Anytime a Christmas song comes on the radio I go ninja on my radio and change to a new station as soon as possible. And the occurrence of a Christmas song on the radio in Utah is quite frequent…so imagine the damage I would save on my radio if we just skipped Christmas. And I don’t want to see anymore bright shining lights on the perfect houses that all look alike because the families inside all look alike because that’s what you get in Stepfordia. Sorry if I’m being a little bit of a Scrooge…I just don’t feel like celebrating. Moving on.



Speaking of Christmas songs I was driving the other day when the 12 days of Christmas came on the radio. But not the real 12 days of Christmas that everyone knows and invariably does not love…a Utah version of the classic. Now why the state of Utah needs its own version…I don’t know…you don’t see Florida having its own version, but I digress. So curious about what a Utah 12 days of Christmas would entail I listened on. The first day was popcorn popping on an apricot tree. The second day was 2 elders biking. The third day was 3 jello salads. The 4th day I forgot. The fifth was 5 oh my hecks. The 6th day was 6 kids and counting. The 7th I forgot as well. The 8th was 8 special spirits. The 9th was 9 sisters quilting. The 10th was 10% tithing. The 11th was 11 Mormon Temples. And the 12th was 12 year old deacons. Does anyone else see a pattern? Every single one of these days deals with something in the Mormon culture. What the hell? These 12 days of Christmas mean nothing to the 40% of the state that isn’t Mormon. First of all, making up different words to the 12 days of Christmas is stupid. It’s an annoying song and should be banished to Christmas song hell. Second of all, it’s weird to make a song about a STATE and then center it on the CHURCH. Why not just call it the 12 Days of Mormon Christmas. Then at least it would be accurate.



And I know that some of you probably think I am overreacting or being bitter or whatever. But I have a little story to share. Last Saturday I went skiing. I took another lesson from a very vibrant wholesome Mormon boy…who was not unlike Kenneth on 30 Rock…if any of you have seen it, and then headed for the lift. As I am standing in line some woman asks if she can ride up with me. I didn’t really mind, so she did. Now when you are on a ski lift with someone you don’t know…you always have a bit of awkward small talk. This small talk can get quite awkward in Utah if you aren’t of a certain religious persuasion. So the woman asks if I am from around here. I tell her no and give her the quick schtick of why I am here. When she hears that I am from Upstate NY she scoffs and says that it must have been quite a culture shock. Not wanting to offend her, I say well yes, I am not used to living in a desert and being so far from home and trying to dance around the next question that I know is coming. But it didn’t. She says, “You must be really depressed out here.” I didn’t know what to say. I just kind of nodded. And she said, “That’s normal. I was clinically depressed the first 12 years I lived out here.” To which I said, “How long have you lived out here?” 15 years. So for 4/5 of the time that this woman lived in Utah she was depressed. That’s crazy! And she just came right out matter of factly and told me, someone she doesn’t know, that she was depressed for 12 years because of this state and the culture! So then we got into a pleasant discussion about the culture and the oddities and how to survive in Utah. It was quite an enlightening discussion and just validated the fact that I am not crazy or imagining what I see and that I need to move out of here as soon as possible.



That is all!

So this is the kind of hypocritical stuff I have to deal with living out here.

SALT LAKE CITY (ABC 4 News) - They are saying now that it was all a big miscommunication; one that left a Murray girl very upset. After a phone call Monday morning, Georgia Clyde thought she won a Deseret Morning News essay contest. Then she was told because she's not Mormon, that her essay wouldn't be published.

The 7th grader did in fact enter an essay into Deseret Morning News' "Christmas I Remember Best" essay contest. The person who called the family earlier this week was the editor of LDS Church News, a supplement to the church-owned daily paper, which, we're told, has nothing to do with the Deseret Morning News. That was the beginning of the mix up.

As Georgia reads an excerpt from her essay “My mom had been a single mother of two for just about six years and a little over two years ago the most amazing thing happened to our family...” titled “My Miracle Christmas,” she says she remembers how blown away she was when she found out the essay was being considered for publication but wouldn't make the wire because she wasn't Mormon. Clyde says, “I felt disappointed and sad and angry and just all at the same time I just couldn't believe it.”

Her mother, Michelle, recalls what was said to her on the phone, “She said, 'Are you Mormon?', and I said, 'No', and she said then we can't use your daughter's story. This is for Mormon families only.” Clyde says, “I mean, if they chose 'No', I would have been okay with it, but for that reason I was shocked.”

This family says they feel they've been discriminated against because of their religion, and from a paper that is delivered to thousands, Mormon or otherwise. The girl’s mother says, “If it's a newspaper that goes out to everybody, that newspaper is sold statewide...anybody can buy it, Mormon or not Mormon, There shouldn't be a reason why any essay couldn't be printed.”

The editor explains that her decision to not use the girl's essay was an editorial judgment call. Gerry Avant says, “I was looking for something by LDS because by tradition our contributors have been LDS.” She apologizes for the miscommunication and goes on to say, “I have spent 35 years of trying to portray people in the best light the best possible way and certainly would not have gone intentionally to cause offense.”

When anyone says anything about Mitt Romney being mormon this whole state is up in arms and it’s the lead story. Then they turn around and do this. Hypocrites.

Then there was also this article this past week…

http://www.cbc.ca/health/story/2007/12/10/mormon-meals.html It talks about how the mormons are the healthiest demographic in the country. Well of course they are…they don’t drink, they don’t smoke and they fast. Utah is also the most depressed state in the country. I would rather have heart disease and be happy than have clear arteries and be depressed. At least they can roto-rooter my arteries.

Also, why does Utah insist on having its own cinema? It's the only place in the country where they make their own movies specifically about being mormon and then advertise them in prime time. What is that? Are mainstream movies not holy enough? I guess I'm just a bit bitter that the SNL Christmas speical got bumped out here for some stupid Family Circle homemaker show. I really wanted to see the Schweaty Balls sketch.

So holiday parties for work are really lame. And somewhat painful. Unless you win a GPS...then they are awesome.

Other than that…not a whole lot going on out here…the week flew by and I am getting ready to hit the slopes again this weekend!

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New York Girl Skis Utah, Curses in Front of Mormon Children and is Forced to Leave the State!

Not really, but it would be funny huh? Let's see before I get to the skiing part... This past week I went to Clearwater, FL. So that brings my plane total up to 73 planes in 15 months. Crazy right? Florida was warm and sunny the whole time I was there. It would have been nice if I could have enjoyed it, but between long freaking meetings and catching the plague, I didn't get to. Flying while sick is one of the most miserable experiences ever. Then it was back to Utah through several snowstorms and a delay or two.

Friday night started out really lame, more of a self-pity night really. Between travel stress and life stress and self-induced stress, I think I have had all the stress I can handle. In 22 months I will be looking for a new job. I know I have plenty of time...but I don't even know what kind of career I want to go into! Also, I am trying to get some semblance of a personal life...but its pretty hard when everyone keeps moving on me. Plus the single life is starting to get old...quickly. I know, I never thought I would say that. Anyways, my little sister was giving me advice (messed up right?) on life and guys and everything in between, when I got a text from one of my work cohorts telling me to get my ass out to the bar asap. So I picked myself up by my bootstraps, or my fuzzy slippers cause that's what I was wearing at the time, and went out for some fun. When I got to the bar everyone was talking about going skiing the next morning and invited me to come along. I was a little apprehensive about that seeing as how I haven't skiied in a year and I only ever went twice. So I passed on that trip, but I made a resolution to find a happy place this winter, or at least some place that I can get out some frustration and I think the slopes might be it. So on Saturday morning I scheduled a lesson for Sunday.

Normally I love Google maps. Their directions have never steered me wrong...until today. I wrote down the directions to the ski resort and I was off! (As a side note I went to this resort 2xs last year, so you would think I sort of remembered how to get there.) I started to go up this canyon road when I realized that I had never gone up this road before. Ever. That's when I noticed that there were no guardrails and there was a sign stating, "Chains or snow tires required for travel on this road." So I started up the road anyways thinking I could try my luck. Well a mile into the journey I realize that the roads are getting narrower and slicker and there are still no guardrails. I start cursing and trying to figure out how to do a 3 pt turn on the side of a mountain. Good thing I drive a small car. So I head back down the mountain and test my memory from last year. Good thing I have a good memory because I managed to get to the resort in plenty of time for my lesson.

This resort has a nice little package deal where you get 3 lessons and a season pass for mad cheap if you had never skiied or boarded before. I have never boarded and I consider myself having never skiied, since I went down the bunny hill last year and thought I was going to die. So this lesson was going to be my board lesson, next week I'll have a ski lesson and then the lesson after that I will decide which one I like better and go with that. I got all suited up with a trendy board and headed to the training area. As I am standing there waiting for the lesson to start, 2 teenage boy instructors walk up and start a flirty conversation with me. I just rolled my eyes because they clearly didn't realize how old I was. Then my instructor showed up and I swear his balls just dropped 3 years ago. This kid was no older than 16. And then he started flirting with me. And I really wanted to tell him I was in middle school when he was born...but I didn't. The lesson went pretty well...I was the best one in the class and that is sad!!! I didn't fall too much in the lesson but we didn't get off the magic carpet lift during the lesson. At the end of the lesson my instructor informs me that I was ready for the chair lift if I wanted to try it on my own. That's like going from the lazy river tube ride to the 60 mile an hour crazy slide with no instructions. So I practiced a bunch more on the little carpet thing and then decided I was ready to try the lift. Getting on the lift was no big deal...getting off the lift was not so much of a big deal. However, that's where the easiness ended. I have several friends that board and they all told me that boarding is initially harder than skiing but the learning curve is a lot steeper...so by the end of day 2 or 3 you are much better at boarding than skiing. I listened to all that crap but I never realized how true it was until my first trip down the hill. I made sure my bindings were on securely, I stood up and I fell on my face. So I crawled to the middle of the hill...not even kidding crawled on all fours to the middle of the hill and tried to get up again. I got up and fell backwards. This little escapade lasted the entire bunny hill. Not even kidding. I mean everyone knows how graceful I am already (that's a joke), glue my feet to a board, put me on an incline and see how graceful I really am. I must have looked so ridiculous that first trip down. I think I only stayed vertical for about 3 feet at a time. The rest of the time was spent crab-walking, crawling, rolling and face planting. And I totally got air! But the bad kind of air...the kind of air where I was up and moving and then caught the front edge of my board in the snow...which launched me into the air and I face planted on the ground with my legs over my head. Yes, I looked ridiculous or like a circus gymnastic show...either way. But I did not look as ridiculous as the guy wearing the pink day-glo pants...they were awful. Anyways, it took me 20 minutes to get to the bottom of the hill on my first trip. At this point I was contemplating packing it in and calling it a day, but I remembered that practice makes perfect and I should try again. I wasn't playing Mozart my first day on the horn...same principle. So I get in line for the lift and the guy running the lift asks if I am having fun. I told him I just spent the whole duration of the hill on my butt...and he says, "Ah, that's normal...50 more of those and you'll get the hang of it." So,up the lift I go. The second trip was slightly better. A little less time spent on my butt and only 3 face plants. However, I get to the bottom and totally get side swiped by a cute guy. I'm still not sure if that was intentional or not, but I totally fell on him...only because I am incapable of standing on a board in a slight breeze...hit my ankles with 175 lbs and I am done for. So after untangling all the boards and limbs, I was back in the line for the lift again. The 3rd time was the best yet, which was a consolation that maybe I can get the hang of this. Then I realized that I had beat up my body enough and cursed in front of enough children for the day and decided to quit while I was ahead. I felt pretty good when I first got home, however about an hour later I was incapable of moving. So tomorrow is going to be fantastic! Nothing a little bit of Ibuprofen and a massage can't take care of. I have the ibuprofen...now to find the cute guy to give me the massage...hmm that's more difficult.

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Busy Busy!

So Tuesday night/Wednesday morning I took the red-eye to NY and it sucked...hard core. If I ever have the crazy notion of ever taking the red-eye again I should be talked out of it. Also, during the holiday season there should be 2 lines for security...those who are frequent travelers and those who are not. If you get into the frequent traveler line and you are not a frequent traveler and you hold up the line, people who are frequent travelers should be allowed to heckle you until you leave the line. Thanksgiving was fun. It was great to see all the family again. Of course we were all missing Grandma, but the event went much better than I anticipated.

Friday I hung out with some cool girls. We went to Daisy Dukes and actually rode the mechanical bull. There are pictures to prove it and I may post them on my picture site when I get a chance. After that we went to a comedy show (which I didn't even know Syracuse had.)

Saturday I went bridesmaid dress shopping with my cousins and sister. It was a wicked fun bonding experience...I just wish I had had a camera! Also, Mandi was moving things along rather quickly. We went in and found a dress and got out in under an hour. It was crazy!! Later that night we kidnapped the Parrotte children and went and played pitch with the cousins. Fun times!!

Funny little side story that my mother is going to hate. Back when my grandma died we all had to get a funeral appropriate outfit. I had to go with Mom and it was not a fun shopping trip. I was not going to let her go to this service looking like a frumpy school teacher...Grandma would not have approved. So I found this cute pantsuit that I loved! I tried it on in my size and found it in my mom's size as well. Well of course it didn't fit me...the pants were funny and the sleeves were too short. So I made my mom try it on in her size. It looked awesome! She didn't look like she was trying to be 20...but it made her look much younger. So I made her buy it. When we were at the service Mandi made a comment about how cute the suit was. I told her I made Mom buy it and Mandi said, "MILF." Of course then my mom wanted to know what a MILF was. Neither Mandi nor I were going to tell her what it was in a church, so we just didn't tell her. When I got home for Thanksgiving I found out that my mom had actually googled what a MILF was and was horrified that we would make a comment like that in a church! So later that evening I was hanging out with my sister and I said, "I wonder what mom found when she googled MILF." My sister gets the devilish look on her face and said "Let's find out." So she googled MILF and let me tell you we have never laughed so hard. According to my mom though she only clicked on the Wikipedia page...not anything else.

The trip back to Utah sucked as well. I hate airlines. Period. I hate airports too...especially JFK.

The rest of the week was kind of a blur. Lots of late nights due to the fact that I had band rehearsal and I went to the Billy Joel concert. I found out when I got back to Utah that Billy Joel was playing in Salt Lake on Thursday night. I knew that I had to work on Friday so I wasn't sure if I wanted to go or not. That's when my sister sent me an IM saying I shouldn't be an old woman and just go. So I did. Alone. I'm not sure if that's the most independent or most pathetic thing I have ever done. The 2 songs I really wanted to hear, New York State of Mind and Only the Good Die Young, I didn't think I would hear...and I totally did. Even though there are only like 2 catholics in the state of Utah and probably the same number of New York transplants. But the concert was FANTASTIC!! If you ever have the opportunity to see Billy Joel...I highly recommend it. He played for 2 hours straight...and only didn't sing 1 song...but he still played the guitar on it. And he has no crappy opening act...so that's awesome too. Plus it was amusing to see a bunch of Mormons singing Highway to Hell...because it was like HIGHWAY TO ...., and then watching their reaction as Billy Joel started like porn slapping himself in the middle of the show. Good times all around.

Last night we had a going away thing for one of my friends that's moving away. We had a great time but I realized the number of friends that I have in Utah is dwindling quickly and that's sad. I think I need to go out more.

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