Virgin Upper Class – definitely the way to travel.
Wendy at the bar.
Flight to JFK is awesome. Comfortable, with your own bed; great food; great wines, the Peach Canyon Zinfandel was the best I’ve ever tasted; great brandy – Outard; luscious vintage port; smooth single malts. This is the way to travel.
We’ve a 5 hour lay over at JFK, but fortunately get in the Virgin lounge, all very swish with awesome choice of food, drinks and cocktails – all free. Even has showers and a spa.
Arrive in Salt lake at 23:00 and can you believe it’s 51F.
Pick up my Hertz mobile should have been a medium sized. Get offered a superb choice of any car in the Presidents Circle stall. Pass on the giant 250 pickup truck – needed a step ladder to get in it – settle for a Ford Explorer 7 seater SUV. It probably drinks petrol but it’s a 4 wheel drive and we can probably sub let it over night to a family of 7.
Arrive at our home from home at about midnight – 25 hours door to door.
Absolutely crazy the amount of traffic on our roads. Surely a goodly percentage of these people could work from home. Why aren’t the government offering tax incentives to companies that adopt more home working. Surely cheaper than building more roads.
Watching a film in bed – courtesy Virgin Upper Class.
Leave Wendy sorting out and configuring the home with all the things we’ve left in storage there, while I slope off for a spot of skiing. Worst year we’ve ever seen for snow, but at least on the groomers it’s not too bad. Take it easy as it’s a mind game, given my track record these past 3 years. It’s weird really. I know I can ski quite adequately, yet I need to get my head around it all and regain some come confidence.
Having a locker (share it with Helen and George) is great means I don’t have to lug my skis and boots up every day. Especially good because even though we have a car I’ll use the bus, it’s right outside our door, drops me off at the mountain and don’t have to struggle parking. Don’t think our American friends can quite understand us using the bus or worse still even walking.
Get home after lunch. Carol and Angela pop round to say hello and then I do my duty, gain some browny points, with a trip to the supermarket with Wendy.
To top the day off we both have an awesome Burrito from Chubasco’s. Now I know we’re home.
40 years of marriage..
A married couple in their early 60s are celebrating their 40th wedding anniversary in a quiet, romantic little restaurant.
Suddenly, a tiny yet beautiful fairy appeared on their table. She said, ‘For being such an exemplary married couple and for being loving to each other for all this time, I will grant you each a wish.’
The wife answered, ‘Oh, I want to travel around the world with my darling husband.’ The fairy waved her magic wand and – poof! – two tickets for the Queen Mary II appeared in her hands.
The husband thought for a moment: ‘Well, this is all very romantic, but an opportunity like this will never come again. I’m sorry my love, but my wish is to have a wife 30 years younger than me.’
The wife, and the fairy, were deeply disappointed, but a wish is a wish.!
So the fairy waved her magic wand and poof!…
The husband became 92 years old.
The moral of this story: Men who are ungrateful bastards should remember fairies are female …..
Costco walk in freezer, complete with bright orange Parka’s to keep you warm.
Then we meet up with old friends (Bob, Marilyn, Helen and George) along with two new friends (Lynette and Glen) for a pub quiz in the Legacy Lounge.
Britains hate speech police:
Can you believe anyone would buy this?
Off down to Kimble to join the PC Newcomers for a couple of games of bowling. I’m really back on form with a score of 146, but then 2nd game is sub 100. Follow up with a Starbucks with Wendy and Helen. Then it’s back home, get changed and go cross country skiing. Try out my lavish, 2nd hand, $25 cross country skis. It must be about 4 years since I did this so have to take it easy. Takes a hour to do the 3 Km loop. The conditions are awful with ice, puddles and ski tracks that are worse than a drunks meandering. Not too good. Have to give it a few more go’s but they really need some more snow. Fortunately it’s free for us geriatrics.
In the evening Helen and George pick us up for a TGIF up at one of the luxury homes in Deer Valley. This home is awesome. How the other half live. Have a good evening with PCMSC crowd and a pleasant Zinfandel.
Why does Islam think that women are to blame for being raped if they don’t wander around in black bin liners?
The Qur’an says: “O Prophet, tell your wives and your daughters and the women of the believers to bring down over themselves of their outer garments. That is more suitable that they will be known and not be abused. And ever is Allah Forgiving and Merciful.” (33:59) The implication there is that if women do not cover themselves adequately with their outer garments, they may be abused, and that such abuse would be justified.
Desparate for snow this year.
A millennial job interview:
Yeah, it’s snowing. Bring it on.
In the afternoon we’re at a Super Bowl party at Bob and Marilyn’s. Awesome food – Mexican carnitas and some great spice. As usual didn’t fully comprehend the game but I’m gradually getting better. More adverts than posters at an islamic protest march. Amazing how there aren’t fewer injuries. Missed most of the half time show as we were eating dinner and quaffing wine.
George Carlin: The Islamic Extremists Will Win
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q2HV_2A7x2M&feature=em-subs_digest-vrecs
Paradise. This photo says it all.
Off to Bob and Marilyn’s for dinner, to finish off the leftovers from the Super Bowl party. Tasty carnitas again.
The truth about Jerusalem: