Come On Baby

let's do the twist.

My family went to Wendover over the weekend to celebrate Fathers Day. Now, if you haven't been to Wendover in, say, the last five years, put away whatever preconceived notions you have of the place. Because they have a Starbucks now. And the casinos have elevated from dive motels to Las Vegas style resorts. Okay, that's a bit of an overstatement, but they are really trying. The pool areas are much, much nicer than they ever were. And get this: Wendover isn't just for Utahns anymore. There are companies that charter flights to fly gamers in from Canada and all over the U.S.

I had a room at Montego Bay. It was a double king suite with a steam room in the bathroom. My dad a suite at the Peppermill with an ensuite hot tub/jacuzzi and bar with bar stools. My sister and brother-in-law also had a suite at the Peppermill. However their suite was in the new and very recently opened wing of the Peppermill. It was fah-han-cy. And the only way to describe it is to talk Temples. You know when Mormon temples are brand new and not yet dedicated so they are open to the public and photographs are taken? Well that's how I know what temples look like inside. And my sister's room looked like that. Plush cream (almost white) carpet; white bedspreads; paintings with a seemingly religous theme; an ensuite jacuzzi (a baptismal font?) and steam room. But what really put it over the top for me was this little foot stool that was elaborately covered in an elegant silk material. With three great rooms between us, we were all having a great time.

The best part of the trip came on Sunday afternoon while I was at the pool. I met some ladies from Chicago who had flown in on a charter flight. And at one point, this big, older man with a Milwaukee accent came up to me and got right in my face. "What do you do for a living?" he asked. A little unnerved, I replied "Why are you asking?" "Because my friends and I have been watching you, and we think that you are the drummer in Chubby Checker's band." Huh?! He continued, "We watched you at the pool yesterday and we were certain that we saw you play with Chubby Checker the other night." "No," I assured him, "I don't play with Chubby Checker. I don't play drums at all." He still wasn't convinced. I don't know how he got that idea.



Today's Song: Eyes, Rogue Wave