Fish story

People,

I have emerged from the wilderness triumphant! I bring you the spoils. Or at least a story.

Nate and I worked on my cast while we were in the mountains. I'm getting pretty awesome. In fact, I caught a 13" Brown Trout on a cicada dry fly.

Because I'm rad. Like that.

Goodbye cruel world

I'm going to the mountains for a couple days. Yep, just getting away from the city and the heat and the noise. Going to do a little fishing. Maybe some hiking. Mostly it'll just be nice to be with Nate and not have cell phones or work or plumbing. Well, that part I'm not too thrilled with. But I guess a toilet is a small price to pay for a little bit of sanity.

Seriously? Yes, seriously.

Today is my day off, but I went to Apple anyway. Nate's computer has been acting up, so I took it in for some service. When I turned the corner to go into the store, there was STILL a line for the iPhone.

I am not even kidding.

People have officially lost it. Or don't have lives. Or are freakin' retarded. Or all three.

Who the hell is Dire Straits?

Saw another concert last night: Mark Knopfler. It was tight. I cannot even explain it. Totally amazing.

For those unfamiliar with Mark Knopfler, he was the lead vocals and guitar for Dire Straits. He is actually one of the few guys who seems to have broken with a successful band but gone on to have an awesomely successfully career. And beyond his distinct, deep voice (intoxicating), he plays the meanest guitar. As Nate's uncle put it,"You can just tell when he's playing. It's the way he touches the guitar. It's unlike anyone else." That is the best description.

Here's a taste.

Nate the Great

In other news, we return triumph from Vail.

Nate made it to the finals of the fly fishing competition yesterday. So he got to float down the Colorado River with a personal guide, hoping to catch the most fish and win the title.

He ended up taking home 5th out of the 55 competing anglers. And he beat out some pretty impressive guys, including a few from the US Olympic Fly Fishing Team. Who knew, right? We have an official US Team for fly fishing.

And so, here's to Nate...the Great.

Apple girl

I wanted to post this last week, but it was not official yet.

Nate calls me "Apple girl" because of my killer job working at Apple. And now even more so.

Apple offered me a full-time job last Monday. Hell yes.

I won't be on the floor like I have been. I will be working in the Back of House doing inventory control and becoming a product specialist. You know, keep stuff organized, do paperwork, basically kick ass.

I am stoked and quitting the Park Record.

FYI, WWDC is today. So thankfully, any news about iPhone and such will be announced and people can stop coming into the store begging for tidbits of info.

Worky, work

Both Nate and I work tonight, because apparently, we don't like to see each other at all.

Ever.

But whatever. Maybe someday I won't work three jobs and I can see my boyfriend. And we can have sex.

In your face

Saturday night, we went out to dinner with a couple of Nate's friends. We went to Pat's BBQ. I haven't been eating meat and they didn't have a vegetarian menu, so I had ribs. I had the meat sweats later, but those ribs were the best damn ribs I've ever had. And I'm not just saying that because I have been off meat. Everyone said that and they actually have a frame of reference. Anyway...if you are looking for really good BBQ in Salt Lake City, Pat's is the place to go.

After all, the logo does say, "in your face barbecue."

Ira Glass loves fly fishing

Night before last, Nate delivered some custom flies to a fly fishing enthusiast/photographer that he knows. He asked me if I wanted to go, meet the guy, get a portrait done. Umm...yeah. Not really into pictures of myself taken by other people.

When Nate came home, he handed me a poster from "This American Life." I freakin' jumped up and down, screaming like a little girl at a Hannah Montana concert.

See, this guy was the still photographer when Showtime did a shoot in Utah for the "This American Life" TV series. Basically, he has a bunch of pictures and schwag from the show hanging around. It's probably good that I didn't go with Nate. Acting like you're at a Hannah Montana concert in someone's living room makes people uncomfortable and makes you look insaner than normal.

At this point if you don't know what "This American Life" is, then we're totally breaking up.

If you want to start dating again, please go HERE and bone up on "This American Life."