Up high on a hill....

Fourth of July weekend we hit Park City, Utah, where we went for Clay and Nicole's wedding weekend extravanganza!

It was a fun-filled weekend, with never a dull moment-including the plane ride. United has this new fangled boarding system, where they give you a section (1-4) and they board according to section. I, of course, was the last section to board, and they told me as I got close to boarding that I would have to check my bag. Um, I'm going to a wedding, I have a small window of connection time, and the wedding isn't anywhere NEAR the airport. So, no---you CANNOT have my bag. Having had to live through the scare of not having a bag previously, I was not willing to part with it. And good thing too-my 1/2 hour connect turned into a 10 minute connection-and I had to bolt from my seat to the other end of the concourse wheezing my way through like a crazy person. Not fun.

So, I get to Canyons resort, which is a ski lodge in the winter, and we have a totally incredible room that our friend Laura helped hook us up with. Al was getting back from the rehearsal dinner, and declared that we would be having a party (!!) in our room. I had been up since 4 am, went to work, sprinted a mini marathon through the airport, have only had a bag of pretzels to eat since noon. I was not in the mood. Nicole's parents were the lucky onese who got to host the party, but they were awesome hosts, and made me relieved that I could come and go as I pleased, and didn't have to worry about a room full of friends.

The next morning, we were up early-Al had a golf game to get in with the groomsmen, and I couldn't get back to sleep. So, I met up with our friends Matt and Katie, Tony, and PW for a little breakfast, and then Matt, Katie, PW and I went for a horseback ride for about 1 1/2 hours. My horse's name was Max, and Max liked to trot an awful lot-I thought it was impossible to trot on hills, but Max proved me wrong. Luckily, I used to ride when I was little, so it made it a little easier to hang on while he went full trot.

That evening, we went to the base of the mountain to take the Gondala up to Clay and Nicole's wedding. On the way to the wedding, we passed a hill filled with little lambs baahing as we passed them by. The wedding was beautiful-we were all seated on a footbridge overlooking the most spectacular Aspens. Afterwards, we went inside (still up on the mountain) for the reception-wonderful food, and an incredible band-which consisted of a man on a keyboard who was the main performer and a guy on the guitar for harmony. That's it---and I have to tell you, he was an AMAZING performer. We danced and ate, and drank, fun times. Until we noticed it was lightening out-and they stopped the gondalas in lightening storms. We were stuck on the mountain much later than anticipated, and those with lil ones and babies were especially up shit's creek....no rest for the weary.

We FINALLY made it down in our PITCH black gondala. It was a fun ride down, consisting of screaming, and singing.....with the lambs in the background, of course.

The next day, Al and I got an early start and hit the gym, and met up with some friends for brunch. That night, we went to the Red Butte Gardens for a concert-the opening act was really great-a 23 year old named Reeve Carney, who sounds like a Jeff Buckley reincarnate. The main act was okay, but I really liked the opening act the best, thought he had a great voice and good vibe.

The last day, we woke up early for a hot air balloon ride over Park City with 10 others in the wedding group. We lifted off slowly, and it was amazing. As scared as I am of heights, I wasn't scared of this at all. As we touched down, I noticed that we were basically in some guy's back yard (although technically, it was public property...). I guess the owner noticed too, because he called the cops, and came out cussing every single one of us. Good times. We just drank our champagne, and they shuttled us into the van, and we left. Off to the Stew Pot for a yummy final brunch, and then home. Again, running through the airports. I hate United.