Spark Your Lighters, Wave Them Around

Saturday night I found myself next to a roaring fire with a view of the valley's pulsing lights below, and a view of heaven's twinkling lights above. It was just what was needed, as this picture above depicts how I felt after a crazy filled weekend.  I felt like a cow. A cow in the herd, being herded from event to event.

It was wonderful. A wonderfully wild weekend.

Starting Thursday with Greg's sweaty little Girl Talk set. Which was magical, to say the least. Maxxxxx took these picture below because he got to be on stage!!!!

freak! this last picture I like, it's when Max took over for Greg, and everyone was pumping an X - because he was so much better than girl talk. Okay, that was a lie. But if you need proof of how awesome this is, that max was on stage dancing... please make your way over to my sister's blog - she has a youtube video posted.

After the girl talk crowds and crazies, we went and saw inception at midnight. Because I love me a good midnight showing, to feel they hype and enjoy a good packed theatre.

Friday, I worked for 2 hours, than sped up to SLC. Parked my car. Was herded through the lines of the Lion House Pantry (which was packed), to have lunch with Mark. Skipped across the street after shoveling the food in (and talking business) and joined a crowd of weird, red-blooded patriots at Desert Book, to have my book signed by Mr. Glenn Beck. The line was forever long, but I only had to wait for like 2 hours - and was 12th in line to see him. My friend had been in line since 9am, talk about dedication, crazy boy!   Here's a poor picture I took after I got out of desert book, and was headed back to my car. The line goes all around that corner, and all the way down the street.

But I got to shake his hand! Glenn Becks hand! And stare into his eyes! I was pretty star-struck... if you click on this link you can see me, I made the news... it's like seconds 11 and 12.
Don't blink when you watch that. Pretty exciting, I know.

From the book signing midst, a quick fresh'n up, throwing on a dress, I found myself in my family's midst. One of my favorite cousins, Tyler Whitney, had his wedding 'p'reception Friday night. The Guymon backyard was packed, and the line was too long for me to stand in. So I just sat with my big extended family, and let them oooh and ahh over my recent brush with Glenny B. The Guymons and Standifirds have lived in Highland for billions of years, and both have tons of kids... so I think everyone from the stake came. It was a big fun mess of people.

The morning came quickly, at 6:30, when I had to wake up to get these fellows to the races:

Don't they look great? Tour de Donut is such a funny race. Ben and Nate were american hero's showing up like that to a bike race. And as I was trying to get them signed up, and before they biked up, the actual tour de donut dude recognized me from the 2008 race "hey, weren't you the indian?".. made my whole day. Can't wait till next year.
I didn't stick around the race too long, just long enough to remember how hot 21 miles is in burlap on a bike, and to be grateful I had a wedding to get to.

The temple was packed packed packed with weddings. So many people, so many bridesmaids, so many little children running around wearing yellow. And it was hot. Too hot.

I was glad to go home, relax.. take andie for a drive up the canyon, jam some bloc party, while munching on blue lemon's sweet potato fries, to catch some peace and pinetrees:

felt good.

Felt real good to not be herded around for the rest of the night.

Just sit around a fire, and let the tin foil dinners get cooked.

peace and pinetrees, whit.