Sometimes things just go too far, like the guy over at the next urinal with his pants around his ankles, and the forces of maturity, grey hairs, offspring (pending or present), responsibility, debt, decrepitude, impending nuptuals, broke-itude and chiggers combine to force you into some sort of rational, cost-effective decision-making process. Now is not that time! Instead roll off your loved one, toss out the mucus-plug that's been jammed up your butt all winter and prepare to break hibernation with a migration to (hopefully) warmer climes, laden with berry-bushes, weakened and possible lame antelope to snack upon, and new watering holes filled to the brim with only the finest 3.2 beer the Mormon Nation can produce. Vernal, UT here we come! Do not hesitate, do not run the numbers, definitely do not open your 401k statement! Just plan on being there, de-cobwebbed bicycle apparatus and fully cleansed liver in hand(s)this April 3,4,5. Will there be sweet sweet trails or boggy cow pattie-laden gutters? Will sunshine flow like beer and beer flow also like beer? Will we find tasty Mexican Mormons preparing hand-rolled tortillas for our consumptive pleasure or crusty old multiple wives and unleavened bread? No one knows, or at least no one is telling, so you'll just have to be there to find out!
RSVP with Gold Squadron Leader for all the little details...again, if you're new here THESE are the details but still an RSVP would be nice. Kisses, Highroller
