Car Wash White Christmas

Oh blogging. It’s so right, yet so hard. Lately I have been trying to organize how to get to the Sugar Bowl. I just begged 3 buddy passes off an old friend of mine at JetBlue. On the big Blue, the closest I can get to Nawlins is Austin. So we would fly to Austin and then drive 8 hours to see the Utes play. If that is not dedicated, I don't know what is. Amanda, or as I like to call her Crazy Sue, is Driving almost 2,000 miles from Salt Lake City to the Big Easy. I told her that if she does drive, she cannot take her car and that she has to take books on tape, not only for some good reading, but because I think she will kill her roommates, if they don't kill her first. I also told her to take the Southern route and not go through Wyoming, Not sure if it's wise advice but snow is snow.
I went to the big D-Land last Thursday and finally got to go on my favorite ride Space Mountain. I told everyone that we are not going on Pirates this time, because we go every single time. So what did we do? We went on Space Mountain….then Pirates. You can't win them all. At the end they have these machines blow snow with the White Christmas song being played. Everyone was so mesmerized by it. The machine blowing snow sounded like a car wash (the extreme jet edition)and it drowned out the song. The one thing you notice at night in Utah when it snows is how everything is so quiet. Like time stands still.