Park City Getaway, Written by Kelly Rassmussen!

Yahtzeeeeeeeeeeeeee

(Just a warning . . . I am feeling immense pressure to make this an unforgettable post which usually means it will be a long rambling bunch of mumbo jumbo that will only be funny to me and the manager of the Park City Dress Barn.)

After a fun filled weekend in Park City, the women have returned to their nests. I am betting that we all came home to disastrous homes and dirty kids, but our hopes were high that we would feel well rested, patient and sexually inclined. Let me just say that after about 10 minutes after I walked in the door I was screaming at my hubby & kids to give me some space.

Let's recap. We loaded up the prison van on Thursday afternoon and headed to Provo to pick up some stragglers. We ate our first all meat meal of the weekend at Rodizio's and then headed to Park City. We arrived at the Silver King later that night and settled in for a hilariously funny movie, "What happens in Vegas." (I am not being sarcastic. Well, maybe about the hilariously funny part.) Jill tried to get some leg wrestling going, but it was kind of perverted so it didn't last long.
I was not too impressed with the hotel, but I guess a blood smear in the kitchen is only a big deal if you are planning on cooking, which we weren't.




We got up bright and early and headed to the main attraction, SWISS DAYS in Midway. It was surprisingly Swiss. Their were all sorts of booths, like the Swiss Taco Booth, the Swiss Chicken Sandwich booth, etc. I found out later that the taco's were Navajo's and the sandwiches were Californian, but I guess when you put one of those little Swiss Flags on a toothpick and insert it into something, it is officially theirs. Don't mess with the Swiss.



There were some cute things there, but nothing I couldn't find a t Tai-Pan. It was like mass hysteria. We arrived at 7:30 am to find hoards of women running around trying to find the "next great thing." I am thinking about charging some of the vendors next year to get their items moving. I will carry an item, let's say for instance a big gnarly stick with a witch hat on top, and I will have two or three women try to knock me over and steal it. Before you know it, those broomsticks will be going like hot-cakes. We lasted about three hours and headed to the Tanger Outlets in Park City.


We shopped and ate, then shopped and ate. That is literally all I can say.

We headed back to the hotel and then over to the zip line, coaster and Alpine slide. I have officially overcome my fear of heights thanks to the gentle prodding and pointing and laughing of the ladies. I also think there should be rules about employees making fun of customers. Debra may have been scarred for life after trying to find a fake brake on the zip line.

Debra left for the Sheepdog show, which I still think is a made up excuse to get some love time in with Barry, which only left Brandi, Jill, Karra, Melissa, Randi and myself to fend for ourselves. I know I am sometimes a loser, but I was very tired and did not quite make it through the Yahtzee extravaganza. It sounded fun, but I was tired from all the eating.

We got up the next morning and dropped Melissa off in Provo and headed for the spa. I had a lovely facial from Virginia and the day ended well.



I would just like to reiterate that it was an amazing weekend and I am so glad I got to know the ladies a little bit better. Even Jill.
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