Friday we woke up and took our time getting ready. That meant by the time we were hungry for breakfast, we had a hard time finding it. We set out with our stomachs rumbling and no plan. Nada, zip, zilch. “Lets walk this way.” The streets seemed to be deserted. It was almost spooky how few people we saw on our walk. Granted it was after 9am, but still someone should have been walking, running or something. I almost felt as if we stumbled into a horror movie.
We saw a ton of sandwich shops, healthy eating shops and places that only opened for dinner. A good old-fashioned breakfast was what we wanted. Eggs, meat, toast. You get the idea. Finally, we stumbled on a place called The Judge. They were still serving breakfast and we were thrilled. We each ordered and then Jenny decided to take pictures. I asked the waitress where all the people were. She told me that she thought it was odd the streets were so quiet. So we weren’t crazy, even the locals thought it was quiet. I was almost afraid to go back outside. Not sure what would be around the corner.
Salt Lake City has very wide streets and sidewalks. Take an average city street and lay another one right beside it, that is how wide the streets were in SLC. As we were bumbling along we noticed some flags attached to a pole. Being nosy, we had to go see what they were. Since the streets are so wide and the blocks are freakishly long, the flags are in the middle of the block to stop traffic. Yes, you read that right. If the ends of the block are too far away, you grab an orange flag, hold it in front of you, and cross the street!! I felt like a school crossing guard. Jenny let me be the flag bearer so she could take a picture. When you get to the other side, you put the flag in a holder across the street. Odd, but fun!
While we were walking, we noticed some guys doing survey work. As we got closer, I yelled to Jen, “No, he won’t take your picture! He is busy working.” She stared at me like I had three heads and kept walking. The survey guy looked at her and said, “No, I’m not taking pictures today.” Jen turned three shades of gray and said, “Um, ok.” She was not impressed with me. However, after being my best friend for years she is used to it.
It seemed like we walked for miles. At every intersection I would say, “Man, can you believe how wide these streets are?” I sounded like a broken record. We were headed for a place that the Concierge told us had souvenirs. All I can say is he was a lying bastard. It was a market, like a corner grocery store. After walking for days, we were pretty annoyed. We kept walking until we found the tv station hosting the Biggest Loser casting call. It turns out we took a very long way around. Had we turned right instead of left, we would have made it there in no time. We stopped and rested there for a bit and headed back to the hotel. Jenny has a pretty good sense of direction. I do not.
Once we got back to our hotel, I discovered that Aunt Flo decided to make a visit. (I wouldn’t tell you this if it wasn’t for Jenny embarrassing me so badly. She was getting me back for the survey thing earlier) I hissed at her, “Please go to the front desk and ask for some battle gear.” She snarled, “No! You go do it, you’re a big girl.” I explained that as open and loud as I am, that would really embarrass me to do that. She rolled her eyes and stomped off to the front desk. She had the supplies in hand. I walked over to her to grab them and she announced, loudly in front of the desk people, “Here ya go, Bern. I got you a pad!” OMG! I thought I was going to die right there on the spot. I was debating how I could kill her and make it look like an accident.
It’s not often someone can get me as good as I get them. Jenny succeeded in spades with that one!