Monday, March 29, 2010

03/14/10 - Vacation Day Dos

OK, so where were we? Ah yes, Cedar City Utah. May I just say that after day 1 I was loathing Utah, but after the views on I-15 going into St. George I was completely converted! I wish I had thought to pull off and take pictures of all the red sandstone because it was truly breathtaking.

After getting up at 9, showering, re-packing and hitting the road around 10:30 we were off for the final leg of our trip into Las Vegas. We got to Vegas around 1:00 and immediately Uncle Dale started making Paninis. We scarfed down lunch and hit the strip for the real reason for this trip...SHOPPING!!! Victoria and I went directly to The Forrum Shops at Ceasar's Palace. Between Coach (new purse that's more like a brief case), Calvin Klein (two new dresses) and MAC (eye liner that is nothing like anything we have at MK) my checking account was ready to cry UNCLE!!!

We finished shopping around 7:00 and headed back to get Uncle Dale and Loretta so we could go to dinner at The Prime Rib Loft. That was hands down the best prime rib I've ever had, and living in Montana, I've had some prime rib! We walked around The Orleans and took pictures of the giant alligators playing intruments in the Casino entryway.

We then made our way down to Freemont Street to watch the light show on the cealing. There was a wedding party that was casino hopping down there in Old Town. I don't think I've ever laughed so hard in my life! Those bridesmaids were getting down!

When the light show was over we went back to the house and crawled into bed around 1:00 am, stuffed to the gills and still laughing over the street dancing. Good times.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

03/13/10 Vacation Day 1

After only three hours of sleep I woke up at the crack of dawn, threw the last of my crap in a bag and headed over to my Aunt Victoria's to embark on a 7 day experiment in crazy making. Because so many things went wrong we're going to tackle this one day at a time.

We'd only been on the road for about an hour and a half before we hit snow, just before Island Park, ID. It was only spitting so I didn't think too much of it. When we got to Salt Lake City and only had 10 feet of visibility I still didn't really think too much of it. Oh, but around some little town that started with an "F" I sure did! We had to pull over to scrape the windshield wipers. When we got to the next town we had to chip three inches of ice off the front of the car. This was only the begining.

About 10 miles before Cedar City we and the other 1 million cars on the freeway had to stop. Not one, not two, but FOUR semis had jack knifed on the interstate. In three hours we only moved 20 feet. The first hour was kind of fun. We ate apples, havarti and smoked turkey. We people watched. The mouth breather in the PT Cruiser in front of us kept getting out of his car and pacing around out in the snow. It was all sort of comical. Around hour 2 we both had to go to the bathroom. By the time hour 3 rolled around we were despirate.

Finally we made it to Cedar City and since we'd been on the road for 14 1/2 hours we decided to call it a day and start again on Sunday. We found a fantastic hotel, showered, ate and then turned in for the night.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

The One Where I Babble About Skittish Boys

So HG drove over 2 hours to suprise me last Friday. Sweet gesture, no? Except he didn't get to town until 11 Friday night and had to head back the next day. But other than the poor execution, I give him props.

But here's the thing. He lives two hours away for the time being. I have a very demanding day job and two home businesses that require my attention on a dayly basis. I communicate primarily via email and txt message. His project is so far out in the woods he doesn't have internet or cell access, making him inaccessable.

He told my friend that introduced us seven years ago that I move too fast.

Move. Too. Fast.

I can see saying that when you're trying to follow me around the office and I'm supposed to be training you. My day job is more of a marathon length sprint, not so much a jog in the park.

I can see saying that when you're trying to shop with me. I'm a turbo shopper.

I can see that if you'r in my band and we're learning a new song. I catch on quick and you better keep up.

But dating? I barely have time to clean my house. If I see you twice a week we're doing good. Once a week is far more the norm.

Not to mention that his friends were around the entire time we were together. I'm not so much a PDA person.

Is that moving too fast? Really?

Monday, March 1, 2010

Completely Unhinged

I went to one of my best friends' house warming party Friday night. A girl that I'll call Danielle crashed the party and then went downtown with us. We ended up playing shuffleboard at our usual haunt, and I was teamed up with Danielle. After we won our first game we ended up playing against these two guys, one of which I've known for years - and had a crush on for just as long.

After playing three games, winning 2 BY A LOT, and flirting through all three, Hot Guy (here after refered to as HG) and I exchanged numbers. The guys left and we girls went and found a table. That's when Danielle began her fast decent into crazytown.

She insisted on sitting next to me. I thought it was weird but didn't think anything of it until she leaned over and said, "You know he's my ex right? And it is killing me seeing him! Especially flirting with one of my good friends!" I had only met her about two hours before this! I don't know her, I certainly don't know if I want to be her friend.

The next day HG txted and asked if I wanted to come hang out with him and one of his friends. I didn't have anything going on so I went and met him. After a few minutes of small talk HG asked me how I knew Danielle. I told him that I had only met her the night before. And why do you ask? Turns out she had called him that morning and warned him away from me! She freaking marked her territory!

Or tried to. We had a real date Sunday night.