Trophies, Lasers, & Breakfast Corndogs

It's been a few week, maybe a month, since a good post and I feel like I have much to share. There's much to be shared, and so much to come. A bit of background on a solid event, I have a phenomenal accounting professor who's daughter has some interest in BYU. As my blood runs blue (saying I'm a cougar isn't the image I'm going for here), I threw out the offer to accompany her along the way and provide some slight humor; not good humor, but it works. Needless to say, she got a full dose of BYU. On our tour, we learned the story behind the "Y" one the side of the mountain. Moral behind it: It seems that laziness does pay off. After visiting a couple professors and checking out the dorms, the real fun began.

We started making our way towards the Wilk when we spotted some LARPing going on. This was rather interesting to me as this is a big move from having their sword-play off campus to now having it be a main feature to future students touring the campus. To be honest, it wasn't all quite fair. From the photos, you'll see one dude with one quality handmade shield. He decided that some girl half his size would be a rather worthy opponent. About halfway through their duel, she realized how courageous this stripling knight was an found out that if she just charged him, he'd kind of cower away and she'd be able to hack away at him. After that, some samurai come on the scene and really just tore it up from there.

Having had our fair share of entertainment, we made an offering to the heathan gods of college food and partook of some Slabb Pizza! Thank you Kirk for making a glorious appearance. I really should have spent more time here while at BYU. For those of you who now choose to nibble on a slice or two, don't get the ordinary cheese or pepperoni toppings. This place was meant for reaching out into the food world and throwing your taste buds on a roller coaster ride that will bring them back amped for another round.

For the rest of the evening before we took-off toward the nickelcade! Like everybody should, we started with some laser-tag!! Most definitely the funniest game I've ever played; I almost died laughing. Ryhop pretty much ran around the entire time as Ed & I tried to find him. In the end, after years and years of playing, I finally finished on top. This might seem like a rather adolescent achievement to everybody else out there, but I've been fighting for this spot since I've been 7. In other words, thank you to everybody who played and let me win. Our group will go down in the books for our accuracy. Having had our fill, we took our nickels and put some good use to them.

Ed & Nat scored jackpot on some magical wheel of fortune game; only took them 50 tries!

At this time, I need to take a step back and take a moment to share a real life-changing experience I had during this trip. In order to get a real taste of BYU, a breakfast trip was made to the Cannon Center. We rummaged some decent food and addicting chocolate milk (I left with 3 gallons from the BYU Creamery and it was gone within two and a half weeks. I'd like to say I shared it all, but c'mon, it's the Creamery's chocolate milk we're talking about here!). All of a sudden, I venture out to the far corner of the cafeteria and find these odd looking corn dogs. For those unaware, corn dogs hold a very special place in my heart. It could be the crispy outside accompanied with a fluffy center, the meat in the center that you're not sure what it's made of, or the bright childhood memories. Whatever it is, the corn dog is phenomenal. They had these for breakfast, and I was stoked! I took one bite into one, and I'm sure everybody within a mile radius could hear my taste buds singing. A blueberry pancake coating one tasty sausage. Why has nobody told me about this? I nearly cried I was so happy!



Back to the story. We're now post-nickelcade and it's high time we start back to Prescott. But first! Somebody let out the knowledge that tonight was the first night snow cones were back. Seriously needed to hit that up as we had not really eaten since corn dog euphoria that very morn.

Ryhop and I scored three delicious flavors which, to be honest, I really can't remember.

Back to school. I joined this PBL club (FBLA for kids in college) in the hopes it would boost some chances in some future job. As it's a nationwide club, they have these state competitions between members of the club (NUA, ASU, UofA) and end up sending the person who finishes first in each of their 50 some-odd events to nationals out in Memphis in the middle of Summer. I decided to enter into 3 events: Management Principles, Statistics, and Computer Applications (Excel, PPT, & Word). During the award ceremony, the announcer calls the top three. I ended up not even placing for management, but had to beat an Oriental for Stats (has that ever even happened before?)  and rock out one poweful powerpoint to take first in both of those. There's no way I'll be found in Memphis in the middle of Summer. Instead, you can find me training for my next triathlon which will be out in Austin, Texas. Those who would like to join me while training should feel free to join.