how is the bikini bar?

utah's attempt to fuck with the ungrateful travelers. YOU FAILED!
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434 miles traveled

"what? do you mean club 91?"

Well It is Idaho...

this is the question yet another waitperson from CA asked us...the question regarding the bikini bar we saw when we were desperately searching for some sort of amenable lodging for the evening...which in idaho doesn't really begin until after 10 pm. fuck. i am a little drunk. and tired from hours of driving through the mountains of what is apparently "god's" fucking country. if the mormon was omnipresent in utah, jesus is still with us in idaho. yet again, beautiful country...but want of cosmopolitan. idaho is really unmentionable with the exception of the almost scottish nighttime and the unappealing human aspects of the landscape. but, who needs good architecture or city when you have such natural spectacle? and the people are ugly. not to mention the decor in our...um..."hotel" room...

leaving utah
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so then there is northern utah. all signs pointed to getting the fuck out of there. i was almost smashed to pieces off the 80 by a fucking ambulance. also, there was about 30 ambulances and 2 helicopters in the most amazing clusterfuck of a traffic accident in the intersection of the 15 with the 215. i have almost died too many times in utah to be comfortable with being there. worst accident i have see outside of LA...houston...NYC...fuck...anywhere with bad traffic. also, the 10:30 am tire blow out when i was driving. and i am a nervous driver if i dont have all of my faculties...bad luck for me in this land. utah doesnt want me and i can not say that i mind...run run run from utah, never to return...beautiful. but not for me. but i still had to put my feet in the great salt lake. if you are wondering...it was fucking disgusting.