That's What She Said–In Utah This Week
August 22, 2008 at 8:00 AM
To read my column this week for In Utah This Week click here!
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To read my column this week for In Utah This Week click here!
To read my column this week click here. When you’ve finished please email me, or leave a a list of Sarah friendly hobbies. I need something, especially after the past few days I’ve had. And no, wine isn’t a hobby, it’s a lifestyle.
My timing is impeccable, as usual. After I submitted my last column about suffering through the Twilight Concert Series at the Gallivan, the advertising manager for the newspaper asked if I would sit at our sponsored booth there. He hadn’t yet read my column. Obviously. I agreed but took RLO along as a buffer, just in case.
The concert was much more enjoyable in the safety of a booth with chairs and free wine. It was also nice to meet some of our readers and see my friend Michael.
After the concert RLO and I headed over to Liberty Park for the firework display. Crossing the busy street, I was just about to stupidly walk into oncoming traffic when RLO grabbed my arm and stopped me. What he should have done is pushed me further into the street.
After all the grief I give that boy online (and offline) he had every right to push me in front of that speeding car. But I’m sure glad he didn’t.
After my heart slowed down I remembered a comment he said to me last week, “Sarah, given the choice I’d rather have you alive than dead.” At the time I laughed and told him it was the best compliment I’d ever received. Now I know it wasn’t meant as a compliment, it was a true statement. Diamonds aren’t a girl’s best friend… RLO is.
To read my column this week click here. It’s all about the Gallivan concerts, which are tonight. See you there?
To read this week’s column click here. I don’t have much to say about it besides bitching about RLO’s friend CALLING HIM SUGAR! I liked her and all, but seriously! Clearly she is unaware that he is my back-up plan, not hers.
If we’re single at fifty we’re going to marry, and make out on the street. Of course by then my womb will have long since given up, so we’ll adopt children to serve us from a third world country and be the new Brangelina. Only less hot, and way, way older.
To read this week’s column for In Utah This Week click here. This week I skip local entertainment and write about my dating life. I know, I know… zip it.
But really, how could I not talk publicly about a guy who didn’t mind when I rented this movie on his Blockbuster account:
OK, he did complain for a brief second, but I was able to talk him into it by batting my lovely long eyelashes. SUCKER!
Read this week’s column for In Utah This Week here. I was lazy with the camera that night, but here are the few pictures that we took. I was far too busy watching the hippies in front of me drop acid and then immediately pass out.
I did appreciate the medics telling them,”If possible try and slow down on your drinking for the remainder of the night.” This is why I am not in the heath care industry. I would have said, “Stupid fucking kids, what did you expect would happen? Now if possible, GO HOME AND WASH YOUR HAIR!” This is where I slightly differ from a caring individual.
To read this week’s column click here. I think every local should visit The Woodshed at least once. I’m seriously obsessed with this bar, and not just because of the freebie condom jar. Well maybe that has a little something to do with it.