Last weekend I thought I would try something new and plan the activities for the night. Normally I would leave this task up to my husband because I truly hate trying to plan things, and rarely can think of anything fun to do, but I thought I would give him a break for once. I made a few calls, talked with a friend who supposively had some good suggestions and was confident with the nights agenda. The plan was to drive up to Salt Lake, eat at Ruth's Diner "a hidden treasure", which is supposed to have a really fun atmosphere and had won several awards for it's cuisine as well. I had never been there before and thought it would be a fun new place to eat. When we pulled up, there just so happened to be about a 100 cars, a 45 minute wait and it smelled like a port-o-potty/crap. To say the least, I was a little disappointed and we didn't have time to wait for a table so we left, searching for somewhere else to dine for the evening. Apparantley a night of country singing and line dancing was already beginning in Salt Lake as a Faith Hill and Tim McGraw enchanted the crowds with duets and love songs, which made finding a place to eat a little bit more difficult than expected. So we grabbed some hamburgers at the Training Table and headed to our next destination. I was especially excited about the next activity because I was told that we would be witnessing some extraordinary piano playing. I had made a reservation at the "Tavernacle", a piano bar that put on a show where dueling pianos battled it out, or so I thought. As we paid $5 each for our "memberships" which oddly resembled a temple recommend, we made our way to the front row where our table was. To make a long story a little shorter....we listened to alot of Elton John, requested mainly by a member of our party, who also nursed a non-alcoholic beer, which I soon began to wish was mine(but with alcohol), as it seemed the only people who were enjoying this performace were drunk and beginning to get a little too involved for my taste. So as we left to the song "I touch myself" I realized why I never make the plans, why I will never take advice from my Salt Lake friend again and that the "dueling pianos" sucked.
3 years ago