During my trip to san francisco I meet a friend from salt lake and we hit it off pretty well. After she skipped out on a trip to dallas during the september 11th aftermath, I decided I needed a vacation and made the trip west to visit salt lake. I went with the anticipation of a really exciting trip and ended up having a pretty crummy time. The company was just fine, but the surroundings weren't. The 2002 Olympics were only three months away when I went and I remember feeling sorry for all the athletes who come from around the globe to see... well, nothing. The trip might have been about 500% better had I not gotten sick with strep throat on the plane ride there. I spent the last two days with fever and a swollen-shut throat. I've never been more happy to be home after that trip.
