San Whore Hay!

That's right, I went to St. George.

I heard Reboyfriend say the words, and my first thought was that I would get to see Skip & Dallas. It did not work out that way, like, at all. We were doing things the entire time, which meant he had to promise me one more trip back down there, but longer, to play with Skip & Dallas, except this time not on the bike for 600 miles in March going like, 90. I have no problem taking him up on this.

I was 18 when I started school in St. George, and my life completely changed forever, in only good ways. Actually, in mind-blowingly incredible ways. It was proof that the heart of life was good, as John Mayer says, and that your soul can be resuscitated from just about anything if you just find some fricking sunshine and half-decent friends. Who knew? I think maybe I've said this before, but that was when life made it up to me for everything. I dug up old videos of me and myself with roommates and I can NOT figure out why I had friends, but that just makes me love them more for putting up with me.

Going back was fun, since this time I could actually remember meeting Reboyfriend there, without feeling guilty. We pulled into St. George and the air smelled sweet like I remember. Even though we'd been on the bike for way too long, he turned his head back and said "We need to do a victory lap." He drove past our old houses and the school, the place we met. I dare say it made the long drive worth it.

When I was married, passing through St. George was painful. I didn't think much about ReBF when I was married, but when I did, it sucked.

You know what doesn't suck? Looking at this the whole damn weekend:

Uh, or this...

Being behind a camera is so much more fun when the Mengs are in front of it.

Seriously.

You can only stare directly at this family for so long before you get really really depressed. They're the chillest people you'll ever meet, just in case it wasn't enough to be fabulously beautiful. I want to be De'dy when I grow up.

Oh, and just because I haven't used the "Hunky" label in my tags for awhile, here.

Good times. The fresh air was good for the soul, and there's nothing sweeter than being the bitch on the back of this guy's bike.

No, I'm not kidding. Michelle asked if I was. But I wasn't. He wore this the entire 8+ hours on the road. 

Should we go to Sturgis when we grow up? I handled the road trip pretty well given the temperature and physical requirements of straddling so much for so long. Man, I'm awesome. I hope you liked my slut joke.

I know, this was a seriously so blessed post. I'm sorry. Please forgive me.

Also, I'm guessing it probably took about ten minutes for your page to load. I apologize for that as well. But these kids and men are both adorable, in their own ways. You needed to see.

Jake and De'dy made it fun by hosting us along with some other guests, and what's great about it is that they surround themselves with good people. These people let me play volleyball with them. That's what I said! Granted, it was not very serious, but I panic in ANY athletic capacity other than dancing or swimming. ESPECIALLY volleyball. Nobody was rude to me at all. Not like I expected them to be, but they should have been, because I had to ask whose turn it was pretty much every time. I also stood there when I should have tried diving for a ball. What? I wanted to see the other people dive. They were good at it. 

I slept hard the night I got home. My hair hasn't been the same since. It's pretty pissed at me right now.