It's definitely a change going from Las Vegas to Utah. We stayed in Provo for 2 nights. The first evening we just walked around Provo and the BYU campus. Provo is is a beautiful town, but we felt, well, stared at. I realized that my shorts revealed that I was not wearing Mormon underwear but would that really provoke all these stares? Whatever. We went to a sub shop for some dinner. There were college age kids eating in there and while I didn't pay attention, Jeremy noted that the girls, in particular, kept looking at me and were whispering to each other. Again, I didn't care.
We ate our subs, and being a huge chocolate freak, I went to see if they had anything good for dessert. I saw one of the college guys standing near the counter, eating what looked to be a big mint brownie. Yum.
"Hey, is that good?" I asked him.
"Yeah." He turned away. Did he think I was hitting on him with my big boyfriend there? Or did he just think I was one of those druggies who try to strike up conversations with you whom you desperately try to avoid?
I asked the young guy behind the counter for a brownie. I had my money ready. He got me my fat goody. (Yay!)
"Nothing." He put a finger to his lips as I was about to thank him effusively. "Shhh... just don't tell anyone."
It was a pity brownie. Gee, I used to get free goodies because I was cute. Well, pity or no pity, it was still free chocolate. (Thank you, Young Guy at Sub Shop.)
The next day I decided to NOT wear shorts. If my shorts were a problem, well, I didn't want to push any more buttons. We drove up to Salt Lake City and visited Temple Square. It's hard to tell how welcome you really are there. Because you can walk around, but they don't want you walking around without talking to one of the greeters first. We didn't even want to take picture right in Temple Square. I mean, there was nothing that said no pictures, but I was afraid that we'd be questioned.
We still stood out as different. Jeremy heard a woman "tsk-tsk" us as we walked by. What was it now? As I noticed several couple with gaggles of children I wondered if we were being stared at for being so obviously over 30 and childless. I knew that we would feel different in Salt Lake City, but I didn't quite expect to feel that
different. I mean, I grew up with Mormon neighbors back in Massachusetts and I never really gave their difference in religion much thought. We were all just normal friends and neighbors to each other.
Speaking of those neighbors, Doug and Jan were now living in Utah, between Salt Lake City and Provo. So after our Salt Lake City sight seeing, we went to visit them.
Jan informed us that at BYU there is a dress code of no shorts (at least shorter shorts) and nothing sleeveless. She said that they probably thought I was being deliberately defiant. As for Temple Square, she said that she would get stopped all the time, herself, and have to explain to them that she was a Mormon, too. Of course Jan isn't the typical Mormon. Among other things, she had been a stage manager at Club Tropicana in Las Vegas. She and Doug are pictured in the top photo. That's the view from their front yard. Not a bad sight!
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