US trip '99

montage Day 02
Friday the 13th [August 99]
Las Vegas - Salt Lake City

We have arrived in Salt Lake City safely, despite the recent hurricane (which hit half a block from where we are staying) and the Outdoor Retailers convention, which has brought some 10,000 people to this town.

My mom told me just after we left that her boyfriend had gotten 5 out of the 6 winning lottery numbers.   He said he had wanted to send us off millionaires, which I can hardly wrap my mind around.   He is such a sweet man -- and so good to my mom...

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We got in some gambling in the morning, before we left Vegas.   We sat down at the blackjack table and my mom announced that it was my first time gambling.   Thanks, mom!   Then the dealer carded me, and we made some joke about how I look fourteen.   A guy across the table said I looked ten [my mother later said that I should have replied, "do these look like the breasts of a ten-year-old?"].   I won the first four hands in a row -- and wound up coming out ahead overall, although I didn't make as much money as my mother lost...   It was a brief and very enjoyable gambling stint.   Then we set off to Salt Lake City, stopping in St. George, where we found a fantastic antique shop.   My mother was on the hunt for Jadeite, which had all been cleaned out from there, but I found a wonderfully ugly vintage 60's dress that I had to have.   I will have to take a picture of it eventually, for no words can describe it.   We stopped for gas in some town that began with a P, and I immediately recognized it.   I kept saying how familiar it was, and then I saw the sign, "<-- Brian Head".   I had somehow spotted the road as the same one we had travelled years ago when we visited Brian Head (a memorable trip because the Mighty Mini-Van consistantly overheated every time we drove it).   It was very satisfying to have my suspicians confirmed.

At the gas station I snapped a shot of my distorted reflection in the car window, and then we pressed on.   We managed to pick up a visitor -- a pesky fly who would not leave the car for several hundred miles.   I did finally manage to get him out the window, but not before I snapped a shot of him.

My mother is of the impression that all of the men here are staring at me, so -- in her classic way -- she made another notable quotable this evening by saying that she felt like telling the men to keep their zippers zipped.   What nonsense!

A photo montage of our room.

 
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