Monday, May 9, 2016

Solo In St. George

I spent last weekend alone.  I didn't plan it that way, but it's how it ended up.  I caught an Uber to the airport, hopped a flight to St. George and spend the weekend doing whatever the hell I pleased.
Although I'd do it again, I felt pretty out of sorts most of the time.  Case in point, the Uber ride.

First of all, if you're an Uber driver, I feel like there should be some sort of rule in place that states your vehicle is to transport customers to their desired location.  It is NOT your own personal date trap where you scout out potential future exes.

While sitting in the back seat, my phone is pinging, dinging and ringing.  I glance at it and sigh.  Mr. Uber comments, "That sounds like a frustrated with the husband kind of sigh".
While scrolling through the texts and without glancing up I respond, "Boyfriend, and yes".

Mr. Uber is in his mid 30's, a big buff ex-marine with a shaved head and strong opinions.  He starts in on the small talk which quickly morphs into one-sided awkward flirting.  He asks where I'm going and states I should have chosen Vegas instead.  I tell him I'm pregnant so I can't smoke, or drink and I'm not much into hookers.

He then launches into a diatribe about his 35 year old friend who recently told him she wants to have children one day which he found ridiculous.  "At her age?  That's just irresponsible.  If she'd wanted to have children she should have started that shit years ago but sorry Sister, that ship has sailed.  She'll probably end up with one of those downsy kids or something."

I stare wide-eyed out my window while he blathers on about how he couldn't understand why she thought he was such a jerk.

One of life's great mysteries. 

He pulls up outside the Delta terminal and I bail before he's come to a complete stop.  I thank him, grab my bag from the trunk and head in without a backward glance.

As I'm checking my bag, my phone rings.  A Park City number I don't recognize.  I hit ignore and start heading towards the escalator that will take me to the security line.  I usually shuffle along staring at my feet but I happened to glance up and see a vaguely familiar man on the escalator up ahead staring at me and holding something in the air.

Is he looking at me?  What the hell is he holding?  It takes me a moment to realize it's charming Mr. Uber and he has my keys, which I'd clearly left on the backseat in my rush to exit the vehicle of age discrimination.

He waits for me at the top and I dig a $20 out of my laptop bag to say thank you.  He takes the twenty then goes in for an unsolicited bear hug.  He then holds me in place at arms length while staring into my eyes and states, "If things don't work out with you and the boyfriend, you have my number.  I tried to call you when I saw your keys."  I give him a watery smile and extricate myself from his oversized grasp while wondering how much attention I would draw if I were to make a sudden bolt towards security.

I eventually make it to St. George, jump in the rental and head towards my hotel, Inn on the Cliff.  It was beautiful and the view overlooking St. George was stunning.

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It was definitely a new and strange experience being on a mini-vacation on my own.  I called all the shots.  I did what I wanted without having to check with the group majority to make sure everyone was getting to do something they enjoyed.
I went shopping, I got my nose pierced, I slept in, I wandered around, I got lost, I visited a turtle sanctuary, I meandered around the St. George LDS temple grounds without getting struck by lightening.

St. George LDS Temple

Obligatory vacation selfie.


My last morning there, I had breakfast delivered to my room and sat in the sunshine on my balcony while watching a hot air balloon drift by.  I drove back to the airport with the sunroof open and hair whipping across my face.
I wasn't excited to get back to Salt Lake but I didn't want to stay in St. George either.  If I'd had my trusty little mutt Milo by my side, I just may have headed off into the sunset, Thelma and Louise style.

Minus the suicide.














16 comments:

  1. After a lifetime of being beautiful it shouldn't come as a surprise that lonely men would make fools of themselves around you! You are stunning! Having said that I have been through St. George. A lovely town indeed. Looks like your accommodations were nice. I drove through there in my motorhome and me and the Mrs. stayed in a local RV park. glad you had a good "unwind".

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    1. I'm usually passing through on my way to go camping somewhere so it was a nice change to have a bed and shower. I'm glad you liked it Mr. Rat. It's a nice little place to spend a weekend.

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  2. Ughhhh to weird uber drivers. And hugging. ESPECIALLY HUGGING.

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  3. Did you pay extra for the hug? I want to budget that into my next taxi ride. I went to Washington dc on my own for a weekend. Being from the UK that was an adventure. I was working in dc on Monday so decided to fly out Friday. It was great except for photo opportunities and not having someone to take a pic of me at here there and there again.

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    1. I did pay extra. In the form of love for my fellow man. My stores in that area are rapidly depleting. Although, he DID take the time to track me down in the stoopid airport to return my keys.
      UK to DC? I am MASSIVELY impressed! I think I'd be too chicken to attempt that.

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  4. Dear Dudes At Work,
    You are at work, the customer is a customer and in the case of Uber, a hostage to your overt creepy overtures. Don't hit on women while at work. You're making everyone uncomfortable. It's a monetary transaction, not Tinder.

    Not an endorsement, but this is why I go Lyft, because they give you the option ahead of time to have a nice quiet ride.

    Are you really pregnant?

    Fun way out of a hug or creeps creeping on you: claim you have gnarly gas. "Uh oh, I just tooted and I'm not sure it wasn't wet." "No, no hugs, I'm afraid you might squeeze something loose, champ."

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    1. Sadly it's not just the dudes that need to be chastised. I've worked with some interesting women that could use such an admonition. I didn't know that about Lyft. I think I need to actually finish getting that app set up. Damn me and my laziness!
      You're always full of such great, useful ideas. Among other things...

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  5. Case in point why I've never yet tried Uber.
    And excuse me? My mom had me when she was 33 and my brother at 36. My sister had her youngest at 40.

    Hope you at least relaxed some!

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    1. BUT, at least they show up. Unlike the 50/50 chance I used to get with yellow cab. So at least there are options now. Hope the ride shows up or risk getting accosted.
      Yeah, people are dumb sometimes. Real dumb.

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  6. I understand friendliness and so on but the hugging thing is just...I save it for close friends and family I haven't seen in a while, not random strangers or Uber drivers. I'm so not touchy feely. Definitely the least touchy feely person in my family by far. If an Uber driver attempted to hug me I'd assume he was trying to smother me python style, or steal my wallet. :)

    I drove by Temple Square the other week just to see it, while in SLC, and I didn't get struck by lightning either. Last time I was in the same zip code as a religious building, the theme from The Omen started up out of nowhere...

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    1. I'm only huggy when I'm drunk. And I was not drunk on this occasion.

      What brought you to SLC? I forgot to ask in my response to your last comment. Also, The Omen? Gah! That's why I don't watch scary movies! You always know bad things are about to happen in your life when ominous music starts up.

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  7. Mr. Uber was sure a pushy SOB. Hugging is for people that like each other at least. I'd be curious to see Temple Square just to try and understand how much money God really needs.

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    1. I actually really love Temple Square. Especially in the spring when thousands of flowers are blooming and during Christmas when they have all the lights up. Even the biggest cynic can enjoy free access to that beauty.

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  8. I think it is awesome that you got away like this. I like parts of Utah. I am sorry you had to go through Uber-Dork hitting on you, though. I do not appreciate when people get in my space like that. He obviously thinks well of himself, so you don't need to...not that you did.

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  9. Ugh, weirdo Uber drivers... so not cool. Sorry you had to deal with that. Also, I love solo get-aways. I started taking them about five years ago. I pretty much was having trouble being normal, and getting away and having a little bit of time to quietly clear my introverted brain was so good. I'd come home refreshed and semi-normal, so that's good. So far, I've spent my time exploring the West coast and New Mexico. Utah is next on the list!

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