When I moved to Utah in 2002, I noticed a few things that are different here. It snows a lot. People don’t use their blinkers. Mountain is pronounced meow-tin. Teasing hair is an art form. There is no In-n-Out. (This is a crime.)
Another thing that Utah has is haunted houses. I mean, the kind where you actually pay money to walk around in dark, scary hallways and scream when a 14 year old jumps out at you looking like Freddie Krueger. Last weekend we went to the Castle of Chaos with Sabs, Mo, their friend Beth, and Mo’s newly acquired man friend Adam.
Last night Jazz and I went with our married friends Garrett and Sydney to the Haunted Forrest down in American Fork. I think we were more excited to go on a double date with grown up married people than we were to go to the actual haunted house. These people are the fun kind- the kind you want to hang out with. We had a blast.
Whats that you say? My husband is handsome? I know!