Surrounded by Mormons

So, I'm stuck in Salt Lake City.

I left Omaha yesterday afternoon, got to my home in California at 11:30pm, was back on a plane for SLC at 9:30am this morning. Clarke, my partner, in en route to pick me up, but since he was held up at the Canadian border all weekend he's a little behind schedule. I've been sitting around waiting for him for seven hours. He just called and it's going to be at least another hour and a half.

Bored bored bored bored...

Thank goodness for free airport hotel shuttles and free wi-fi access in hotel lobbies. Yeah, I'm a loitering mooch, but there's a restaurant and a bar at this hotel, which is a lot better than the SLC airport. The pool is looking awfully inviting, too. Hmmm... I wonder if I can talk one of the desk girls into swim break with me?

I saw a bunch of my old friends and roomies back in Lincoln on Sunday. Good to see everyone. It's nice coming back to familiar faces, I'm worried about the day when I come back and the faces have all changed. It's going to happen sooner than expect, I fear. I just hope we can all stay in contact. This tech-no-tronic, info-spreadin', boggin' world of ours certainly makes it easier.

I'm hoping to make it back to Lincoln next weekend (not the one coming up.) Chill some tall-boys for me at the mansion, I'm buying first round at the bar!