Sunday nights have a weird feeling to them. They make me look out on my weekend and see if it was everything I wanted it to be. I worked tonight at the restaurant and the type of people who come in on Sundays are interesting. It's conference weekend, it's like the academy awards for mormons, so the people who came in tonight were all heathens. They were all drinkers. It's as if these customers were trying to fit in the last bit of weekend as it slipped through their fingers. These customers though were more laid back, easier to deal with and better tippers than the usual status quo. God bless the heathens (that's probably the most ironic phrase I've ever uttered).

The work week is weird as well. We work five days out of seven to enjoy the two. I think something might be wrong with our math, but then again I can't say much because I have a pretty messed up work schedule. I work mainly nights with three days off a week and two twelve hour days. Ah- the life of a server.

So this weekend consisted of Disc golf (surprise, surprise). It was the last weekend the the lift was running at Solitude so if we want to play after this we have to get motivation to hike to the top of the course. I guess we'll see how far my dedication extends. Enjoy the pics.