Spring Break, Part 1

So I never really got the point of Spring Break, and I continue to struggle to. You study hard for an entire half of a semester only to completely forget all of it during a week of complete bliss. Don't get me wrong, it has it perks, and it's only just begun!

I started off out outside of Flagstaff where I picked up a hitchhiker who needed a ride for a good half hour through the Navajo Reservation. Over our conversation, I learned there's no alcohol allowed on The Res, the penalty of even being buzzed would get you a trip to jail. As he headed off East to Tuba City, I continued North. Traveling in a 65 MPH area, I got pulled over going 81 and even through a tender story as to why I would even go so fast he still gave me a ticket, but only for going 75.

The scenery was rather nice though...

Upon my arrival, there was a grand reunion with my younger-- not little brother --Jason, the Hopkin bros (Ryan and Blake), Vladi Falk, and Ed Houstman! Needless to say, we quickly got down to Laser Assault for an epic night of pure joy. During one round, some girl saw our comradery and asked if we really were just a group of college guys out for a night of laser tag. After answering to the affirmative, we hailed us with how awesome we are. I started off a little rusty, only medalling in Bronze, but after our second match there was little question as to how much we dominated. Meet the team! Of course there were a few side distractions we found, but nothing we couldn't tame. After our vicorty, shakes at the Malt Shop called us and we answerd.

The next morning, we watched Blake rock his soccer match with two guys down and headed over to the BYU South Field to cheer on the BYU Rugby Team rock ranked number 1 St. Mary's in a solid victory.

By that point we were hungry for some action of our own, so off to the RB for some crazy wiffleball (trust me, I thought the same thing, but it was an incredible load of fun) followed by some 3V3 football.

Knowing that I wouldn't be here more than a few days, I had to choose my choice of food quite carefully. Thank you Slab Pizza for screwing up part of our order and thus feeding our tenacious hunger pains that were sticking like duct tape, we really needed it. We then headed to a celebration for Kate Hansen where she took pics in front of an American flag- we'll wait another 4 years to see her rock it again.

Come the next morning, Kirk Katz and I partied up to the State of Utah Coroner's Office where he works. For the next time I play the game where I tell two truths and one lie about me, I'm competely saying that I assisted in performing an autopsy on a guy shot in the chest.

A closing thought for the day. I read this aricle the other day that really stuck-out to me. It doesn't matter what your religious views are, it's some sound stuff... Enjoy here!