New Year’s Eve

ON NEW YEAR’S EVE, KEVIN TOOK ME TO SALT LAKE CITY. They had a party going on called Eve, where there was guaranteed to be snowboarding, ice skating and hot cocoa.

We parked and walked around looking for food. And I don’t know if it’s just me, but the City is a completely different place on foot. But I get lost anywhere. I get lost on a car, on a boat, on a train, in a plane…

We hunted for food while I made him stop every ten feet so I could take another picture of another building. He was starving. And cold. And hungry. And did we cover hungry? Let’s just say he’s got a lot of patience when it comes to putting up with me.

I was taking a photo of the SLC Temple from across the road when a man in a top hat behind us tried to cajole Kevin into going inside Zions Bank.

“Happy New Years! Step inside here for a minute.”

“No, we’re okay.”

“No seriously come inside.” He pointed in the Bank.

“Emmm we’ll pass. Do you know where we can get some food?”

“Come on in! We have eclairs!! ECLAIRS!!!” A new guy waltzed out of the building and opened the door for us.

“What the heck is an eclair? I just want real food. Where around here can we eat?” I knew Kevin was losing the battle when the guy grabbed him buy the front of the shirt and tried to pull him in.

“Look. Just at least come in for a glow stick,” he tried a last ditch effort.

“You have GLOWSTICKS!?” We said at the same time,  and hurried inside for our treasures. Are we the only 20 year olds that still think glowsticks are cool?

Thankfully the guy was nice enough to tell us afterwards where we could find food, and it turns out we’d walked a big loop around it.

We ate at a small, clean looking shop called the Bayleaf Cafe. “This place is trendy” Kevin whispered to me like it was a secret. And I agreed. It was trendy – not so much that there were weirdos and hippies. It was trendy in the sense that I felt like I was in New York, so I pretended to be for a few minutes. And I took even more photos while we waited.

“I’m so hungry I could punch you!”

Just kidding. He didn’t say that.

After we were full we walked back to the “Eve” event where people were snowboarding.

And people were singing.

And others were ice skating (I saw a guy who split open his head from falling. Yea. I’ll pass). We also saw some girl point at a lady wearing flashing glasses and scream,

“Hey look!!! It’s Jean Luc Picard!”

“Excuse me?” The lady stopped and asked.

“Your husband, he looks just like Jean Luc Picard – you know, from Star Trek?”And with that last part, the husband and wife couple stomped away, but Kevin and I had to admit that he did, in fact, look just like Jean Luc Picard and we were laughing our heads off.

We rode the Trax over to The Gateway mall, where they have the coolest tree I’ve ever seen.

On the Trax ride back, Kevin pointed out a guy with a tear-shaped tattoo under his eye. “That means he’s killed someone.”

“Really?” I whispered in horror.

“Yep really,” he looked down at me and chuckled.

“I don’t wanna be on train no mo!” I pouted. The guy with the tattoo was giving the couple ahead of us directions and wishing them well as we unloaded. “That’s the nicest murderer I’ve ever met,” I said in all seriousness, which made both of us laugh. We didn’t even realize where we were until Kevin spotted a certain someone.

It’s our local news lady!

And her green screen!

And that other lady! (I’m so good with names, aren’t I?)

By this point we were cold and started hunting for hot chocolate. I didn’t like mine and threw it away in favor of a strawberry frappachino.

Happy 2010 everyone!