PC means a lot of things to us. Politically Correct, Provo Craft, Peace Corps, or even Puke Can. But for us this weekend, it meant Park City.
I especially needed the illusion of a vacation, so last Friday we drove up to Park City and spent the night. We got a sweet deal on a nice hotel room (King size bed... how could we ever go back to our Queen?!), and we couldn't resist.
We checked out Main Street Friday evening and ate at a delicious Thai restaurant. The service was pretty slow because we weren't rich nor famous (we watched a couple come after us and practically leave before us... Doug swore the guy was in some movie once), but the food was fantastic all the same. As we were rushing back to our hotel to get into the pool before it closed, the Toyota decided to play a joke on us and get a flat tire.
Luckily Doug was there and I suddenly realized that despite years and years of Young Women's activities devoted to changing flat tires, I somehow don't know how to do it. Eesh. Don't tell my dad! So we laughed our way through that, and felt grateful that the spare wasn't a tiny donut but a real tire.
Saturday morning we swam and swam, and then went over to the Olympic Park so we could do the alpine slide. It was freaking awesome. You ride up a ski lift to the top of a mountain and ride a toboggan down at warp speed. It's great!
We also checked out the museums there, taking advantage of designated "photo op" spots. We then went to the outlet mall where we shopped our little hearts out. We maxed out on a collection of Visa gift cards I'd been collecting from work, and finally bought some stuff with my Christmas bonus. We had a blast and even though the whole "trip" lasted about 24 hours, it really hit the spot. Go PC!
I especially needed the illusion of a vacation, so last Friday we drove up to Park City and spent the night. We got a sweet deal on a nice hotel room (King size bed... how could we ever go back to our Queen?!), and we couldn't resist. 
We checked out Main Street Friday evening and ate at a delicious Thai restaurant. The service was pretty slow because we weren't rich nor famous (we watched a couple come after us and practically leave before us... Doug swore the guy was in some movie once), but the food was fantastic all the same. As we were rushing back to our hotel to get into the pool before it closed, the Toyota decided to play a joke on us and get a flat tire. 
Luckily Doug was there and I suddenly realized that despite years and years of Young Women's activities devoted to changing flat tires, I somehow don't know how to do it. Eesh. Don't tell my dad! So we laughed our way through that, and felt grateful that the spare wasn't a tiny donut but a real tire. 
Saturday morning we swam and swam, and then went over to the Olympic Park so we could do the alpine slide. It was freaking awesome. You ride up a ski lift to the top of a mountain and ride a toboggan down at warp speed. It's great! 
We also checked out the museums there, taking advantage of designated "photo op" spots. We then went to the outlet mall where we shopped our little hearts out. We maxed out on a collection of Visa gift cards I'd been collecting from work, and finally bought some stuff with my Christmas bonus. We had a blast and even though the whole "trip" lasted about 24 hours, it really hit the spot. Go PC!
1 comment:
Oh Jack Attack, your 'horrified skiier' face is priceless. . . priceless my friend.
Post a Comment