Coke Machines in Yellowstone.... |
Me and Jen attemping to catch a hi five pic, more attempts below.... |
Coke Machines in Yellowstone.... |
Me and Jen attemping to catch a hi five pic, more attempts below.... |
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. Its so nice to come home, around familiar/familial surroundings. I got to spend a lot of time with people I love including the newest addition to our family, little Gwen. I was able to attend my dad’s retirement luncheon at the STL police dept., go to story time at the library with the entire fam for Donovan (even if there wasn’t a story this time, it was still amazing to see him interact with everyone), play golf with my bro, Mooseport, and Nicoli Khabibulan, just enjoy some down time, and see some people I haven’t seen in a while. It was great. If we didn’t get to see each other this time around, no worries, we will see each other soon. My travels were smooth and I really enjoyed myself at home. Now back to the grind in paradise.
The first pic is Bozeman MT airport.
Last night I went to Jackson (slopes in the background of the main intersection in Jackson above) just to get out of Yellowstone on my one day off, got some Mexican food, relaxed, walked around, then drove back on the prettiest night I can recall in my entire life. It was a full moon, so low and as bright as I have ever seen it. When I drove through stretches of thick forest, the moonlight would flicker through the evergreen trees. It was literally so bright in contrast to how dark the night was, I thought I was getting pulled over the first couple times it happened. It was casting distinct shadows in my car, bizarre.
On the 24th I had to work the baller function at the new visitors center at old faithful. This function was being held for all the company big wigs, senators, and private pimps who donated ungodly amounts of money for this new monstrosity to be built. The CEO of Coca Cola, Toyota, Conoco Phillips, some senators, Nat Park Service head honcos, and you know the company I work for had their top brass on display as well. It was an hor derve event, so I just walked around with a goofy grin on my face offering rack of lamb. Needless to say, they had some great food going around for these people. I didn’t really think about how the people attended treated the staff until after they went into the auditorium for a special presentation. I took some chocolate covered strawberries outside to the rangers on duty, and to some US Army soldiers in uniform for the grand opening festivites the following day. I got more thank yous and just plain manners out of 10 public servants than 220 snots. It doesn’t bother me, if I were at that function I probably would have crushed 40 lamb racks and not said much else to the server other than “How are you? Where are you from? How many more of these do you have in the back?” I just thought it was strange and pretty funny how different people are. I served the CEO of Xanterra (the company I work for) a piece of cake. He’s a tool. No question. No story, he was just kind of a douche. The pic above is almost all of us who worked the function in the new visitors center. Brett, kneeling in the front, wins for best pose. He and his wife Brittany who is right behind him are about to finish their contract here, road trip for a month or two, then move to California. Sounds terrible. We were out by 9pm or so. It was just really neat to be a part of such a great building that will be there for a long long time.
In the past few days I have waited on an Amish couple, the heaviest accent of French I have ever heard, and more kids who are parents to their parents. The Amish couple were interesting in the level of discomfort present during our exchanges. I would ask complex questions like, “What would you like to eat?” Silent stare. I thought to myself, “I must have mumbled. I’ll ask again.” I repeat, same response. “Would you like me to come back in a few minutes?... By your silence I will assume your answer is yes.” Walk away laughing, not at them, just how people can be. I tried to connect with them as best I could, I think they just don’t like us sinners. The French couple was really funny too bc I really didn’t assume anything when I approached their table. I introduced myself and asked them what they would like, they blankly stared at each other. The guy turned to me and said, “ I will hef dee beesawn beergiare.” Bison burger. I almost hi fived him right there. I spoke slowly and talked with them for a while, they were from Paris and were in the US for 3 months. I think they really had a good time, or maybe they just smiled a lot out of confusion, not really sure.
Today I worked a breakfast and a lunch shift in the restaurant. A lot of good people that I work with had the same schedule, so all day we debated the best way to spend the rest of day after work. We all agreed that swimming in Moose Falls would be the tops. After work, we all scrambled to our dorm rooms to pack a bag and a towel so we could get there while it was still warm. The drive to Moose Falls is about 45 minutes – 1 hr and we left around 430 so we were in a bit of a hurry. Myself, Lola, Matt, Robbie, and Lawrence all piled in Lawrence’s Volvo wagon, laughed the whole way with Erik and his wife Lana following behind us. When we arrived at Moose Falls, our friends Antonio, Wendy, Patrick and Chelsea were already there. We all jumped in and after a few minutes, about 4 more people from the restaurant showed up. We had a nice big group of awesome people. We hung out there for a couple hrs. We didn’t swim long, the water wasn’t that cold but the weather was getting a little chilly so we ended up just hanging by the water for quite a while. The sun started set, so we decided to head back and get a decent meal at the diner in the general store. Good day.