Monday, July 13, 2009

I Kiss the Ground of Salt Lake City

There are many, many, many, many, many, many reasons why I am thanking every stinking star, moon, asteroid, natural satellite, comet, nebula, and piece of space trash out there that I do not live in Provo, Utah.

There are many reasons why I love Spoon Me and became a fan of it on Facebook.

What do these two things have to do with each other? Spoon Me's Facebook page has provided me with yet another reason why I am glad I don't live in Provo by pasting the evidence directly to my newsfeed.

Please view this photo of the exterior of the Logan (also a Utah college town) Spoon Me on opening day:


And now take into account the more populated opening day of the Ogden Spoon Me:


Now my dear readers, get your barf-bags ready for the exterior shot taken on the opening day of the Spoon Me in Provo:


It seems to me that the college students, as well as the non-upper-education-inclined residents of Provo, have forgotten how not to act like you are in high school, or a lemming, or a Twilight fan, or any other member of any genre associated with mass swarming for the sheer fact that everyone else is mass swarming and it is therefore the greatest thing you could possibly do with your time.

Here are a few more photos from the Provo event that also provide examples of exactly what is wrong with Provo:

Crowd surfing? At a local frozen yogurt joint?


Girls dancing on the counter while that guy looks creepy? At a local frozen yogurt joint?


Thank you, thank you, sweet heaven that I live in Salt Lake!

6 comments:

utahlawyer said...

I think the problem with Provo is that the college kids don't go to bars and clubs so they engage in bar behavior at the frozen yogurt place without the excuse of being drunk.

Alli Easley said...

There was also a REALLY good concert at the Spoon Me opening in Provo. Not so much at the others. Free concert = lots of people + crowd surfing.

Michelle 2021 said...

Oy. Oy. Yep, oy. Farewell to Orvo, I would not wish you back.

The World's Baby said...

I will never eat froyo in the Provo.

Mutha CXer said...

That's the main reason why I hate Peter Breinholt music. At any concert, about half way through an upbeat song, a few individuals will run to the front and start dancing, then through out the audience, 137 of the exact conversations start.
"Should we go up there too?"
"I don't know do you want to?"
"Oh look, there's a couple more people going."
"Yeah we should go."
Slowly the braver lemming begin to congregate at the front, then with about 10 seconds left in the song critical mass is achieved, there are enough people at the front dancing, for every BYU student in the crowd to want to be there too. So streams of hundreds of people, all dressed the same, fill the isles and rush towards the front. But only about half of the lemmings make it before the song ends.

Heidi said...

HAHAHAH oh my gosh I love your blog. Have I ever told you that? You are freaking hilarious! I hate Provo too!!! They are all such losers. :)