Go West, Young Woman

(or, The New Miserable America West Airlines Experience ... staying near Tempe and doing *nothing* cool, dammit.)


Last week, I went to Utah to see my brother. While it was a great trip, it wasn't without its share of hitches. It all started with ...

( the shit weather in St. Louis on Friday )

It got better once Saturday rolled around. Really.

( Salt Lake City, here I come. )

Sunday was perfectly lazy - and I wouldn't have it any other way.

( Church, Bear Canyon Lake and the Eskimo Grooves mix CD )

Mondays are for sunburning, barbecues and The Power.

( Let's get lost in Logan, and the joy of small-town Wally Worlds )

Tuesday - do I *have to* go home?

( Long way back home. )

In conclusion...
Would I go out to Utah again? Definitely.
Would I fly America West Airlines again? Fuck no.
Would I stay in a Days Inn again? Of course.
Would I stay at that Travelodge in East Bumfuck Salt Lake? Oh no.

And so went the story of my trip out west.