Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Shes So Hot!!!

So there I was minding my own business, when out of the blue came this rogue vacation plan, Sand Hollow. This trip has kind of become a regular event for me. The first time I went was when I was living in St. George, I read in the paper that there was a new reservoir being built just across the road from Quail Creek; I was thrilled. I did some research and found that it was opening up the beginning of summer. The trip was soon planned. So one fateful day in, we’ll call it the end of march, Susan and I made our way to Mecca. The moment I first layed eyes on her I was in love. She was so beautiful with her red rock, turquoise water, and delicious bass. I knew that this was a relationship that would last. Sand Hollow and I would love each other forever and ever; there would be no fighting, no quarreling, no spats – nothing but good old fashioned adoration and devotion.
So that time of year came around I the first of june where I was aching for the sweet love and had been missing out on over the last year. So with the date set for June 5, plane tickets were bought, gear was rounded up and the trip was on.
For some reason this year the fishing was not as good as it was last year, but whose complaining right, whether it be the water level being five feet higher than last year, the weather being cooler longer, the phases of the moon, or Brians stinky shorts – possibly a combination of them all, or maybe just the latter. We did catch fish just not a large amount and not many of the large variety, but the fun was still had.
This trip was also of course complicated with the event of the wonderful maid stealing from our room. Of course nothing was done about it, the desk clerk was a moron who didn’t seem to understand the words coming out of my mouth, nor I his, and his solution was to tell us that they were not supposed to take things from the room and therefore the event must not have occurred; bless our great non-crime-committing nation. Oh and also call in the maid and ask her in front of us if she did it, like she would admit to it – genius.

1 comment:

Kenn and Jolene Johnson said...

Don't you know maids aren't suppose to steal, so it must not have been her. Next time tell Brian to hide his good in his stinky clothes and maybe that will defer any more theft.
We are sad you had to go back to Oregon (you never let me beat you at the Wii), but at least someone is there to take care of Grandma and Grandpa (I bet they were so happy to see you again, they peed their pants- or else that was just the old age).