I just got back from Utah and I gotta say: Utah rocks! I can’t believe I had never been there before! Now as we all know, Utah doesn’t really have the best reputation, being described as a breeding ground for “inbred retards who eat nothing but salt and placenta,” but let’s be fair, not everyone can have different families. Differences aside, allow me to explain why my experience in Utah was so dank.
Me and my Dad arrived Thursday night ready to get our party on. I was going to accept my choir trophy and he was going to meet up with his Sister/Uncle. We parted ways and I headed over to the VIP area of Utah to grab some of their famous greased meats. I knew it was party time because they were pumpin’ that Utah jazz and it really started to smell like period.
No matter where you go in Utah, you can always really get a sense of the culture by indulging in their controversial, yet profound modern art and religious influence. It was a little intimidating at first to be one of the only people without a Swastika tattoo, but it quickly passed because I’m really down with diversity.
