FEB 12 BACK TO DRY UTAH!! BUT WET ROOM!
It’s a very cold morning, especially since Ted turns off the room heating at night! There has been.a skiff of snow overnight. But we are fortified with omelets to order and breakfast and off at 9.4am. My swollen jaw is going down after the Sjogren’s flare up but I’m still popping pain killers and anti-inflammatory pills and rubbing on antibiotic salve.
Lots of cattle trucks and vast farmland through this area and into Orem, south of Salt Lake City, at 3pm. On our first foray we find Trader Joe’s and stock up on our favorite supplies, almond biscotti for our morning coffee.
We luck out at a nice small Thai restaurant but - no booze. We are in Utah now, home of the Mormons who frown on such sins.
I am in bed ready to go to sleep at 10pm when our sink in the bathroom begins to overflow! I call down and the young night manager comes rushing up but there is nothing for it but moving rooms. He says come down to the front desk and get another key. In my nightie and boots, I am not going anywhere except my next room!
Doesn’t help that the hotel is full of a group of nubile nymphets, jailbait as Ted says, flitting around from the pool to front desk looking for “more towels”. Turns out it’s the cheering rah rah team for a Utah school wrestling team. They arrive for breakfast next day with big MickyMouse bows in their hair a ton of makeup, eyelashes from here to Vegas. Wish I had taken a photo!
Lots of cattle trucks and vast farmland through this area and into Orem, south of Salt Lake City, at 3pm. On our first foray we find Trader Joe’s and stock up on our favorite supplies, almond biscotti for our morning coffee.
We luck out at a nice small Thai restaurant but - no booze. We are in Utah now, home of the Mormons who frown on such sins.
I am in bed ready to go to sleep at 10pm when our sink in the bathroom begins to overflow! I call down and the young night manager comes rushing up but there is nothing for it but moving rooms. He says come down to the front desk and get another key. In my nightie and boots, I am not going anywhere except my next room!
Doesn’t help that the hotel is full of a group of nubile nymphets, jailbait as Ted says, flitting around from the pool to front desk looking for “more towels”. Turns out it’s the cheering rah rah team for a Utah school wrestling team. They arrive for breakfast next day with big MickyMouse bows in their hair a ton of makeup, eyelashes from here to Vegas. Wish I had taken a photo!
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