In my ideal world, I would get to spend two to three days per week in the mountains doing various activities which would be dependent on the season i.e. hiking, snowshoeing, skiing.

My ideal world would kick ass.

My “real” world however, doesn’t afford me the free time to get up into the mountains as much as I would like.

I’ve often called the mountains my “sanity” or “peace of mind.” Being one with nature makes me happy, not to mention it rejuvenates and ground me.

I swear, I could write sonnets about the damn mountains.

On Sunday, despite my better scholastic judgment (homework is overrated, right?), I worshiping the snow gods and thoroughly enjoying the fresh powder they threw down along with the company of one of my best friends, Heidi.

We ran into some friends at the lodge who we met for a brew after shredding the mountain. Ha! Who am I kidding?  Heidi and I are solid BLUE skiers. We gracefully carve our way down the mountain. You can hardly call our style of skiing “shredding!”

While having a beer, our friends they told us an absolutely appauling story. They said they sat next to two guys from San Franciso on the lift who said they had been in Park City for three days to ski and today was their last day. They continued on to say how they had such beautiful weather for the past three days and now, on thier last day, they get this shitty weather.

WHAT? Um… excuse me?

Only people from San Francisco* would consider a perfect powder ski day – which wasn’t very cold either – “shitty weather.”

Sheesh. 

Here’s hoping their flight back was delayed by our shitty weather.

Also, that the sanity I got while in the mountains keeps me grounded through the rest of the week.

Oh and if it’s not too much trouble, that the snow gods put in a good word with the homework gods for me!

Blogfully yours,

Summer

*no offense if you are from San Francisco. But a little respect for the snow, man. This is Utah after all.

Out and About

For Christmas, my darling friend Karina the Russian bought concert tickets to see the band Brand New for my sister Staci, me and of course for herself. We had been counting down the days until the show and when the day finally rolled around WE WERE STOKED!

Staci and I have been listening to this little known alternative rock band for around six years. Karina is a bit more of a recent convert, but a fan nonetheless.

Before the show we met up for sushi and saki.

We really didn’t pay much attention to where the concert was being held until a few days before the show when we looked at our tickets and it said The Salt Palace Convention Center.  Which we thought was odd to have a smaller band held at a convention center, but whatever, WE WERE STILL STOKED!

After paying $7 for parking we wandered through the huge building following people wearing skinny jeans and flannel to the concert hall.

SIDENOTE: What is up with flannel coming back into style? Ugh!

When we finally got to the large concrete room where the concert was going to be. Naturally, we went straight up to the concession stand to purchase beer. Only… this was an all age show so there was no beer being served.

Not wanting to believe this to be true, we searched the room looking for people holding beer cups – there were none to be seen. What was to be seen, was thousands of  sober, angsty teenagers.

We walked around the perimeter, just to make sure we were not missing something and to further survey the crowd, but sadly, our biggest fear was realized, we were the “old people”  at a concert!

After the concert Karina apologized for it not being all we had hoped it would be. I told her “don’t you dare apologize!” Because even though we were sober and the oldest people there, we still had a great time and got to spend some much needed time together – something we don’t get to do nearly enough anymore.

Oh, and added bonus? We will all actually remember this concert AND none of us got beer spilled in our hair.

I’ll call that a win any day.

Blogfully yours,

Summer

Concert whore, Out and About