A Night at The Shining Hotel

I’m in Salt Lake City for my niece Paige’s wedding.

Here’s proof (in case you thought I was actually in Guadalajara muling the latest shipment of Bolivian white in my large intestine. Hah! You’re wrong. That was last week.)

This week’s all about Utah Travel.

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Me with my beautiful niece and nephew attempting not to corrupt them through osmosis.
I must say, I’m a bit disappointed in Brigham Young’s fair city.

It has been incredibly easy to not just find booze, but to also consume booze. In a previous visit I was more likely to deflower Joe Jonas than cop some wine.

But people are practically knocking me over the head with bottles of pinot grigio. And I have to say, it’s put me off booze.

I mean, what’s the point of flouting authority (and the Mormon Fuzz) when they don’t care? I’m fairly certain my bartender is in the bishopric.

All I really seem to crave right now is some warm milk and a Thai caning.

Neither of which I am able to purloining in The Peery Hotel aka The Overlook Hotel in The Shining.

(I'm whispering) this is the lobby. Redrum.
(I’m whispering) This is the lobby. “Redrum.”
Room 237. I keep seeing twin girls.
Room 237. I keep seeing twin girls.

Apparently, should I survive my stay in The Peery (Shelley DuVall just walked by), I am now a teetotaler.

And possibly a ghost!

The naked one in the shower who transforms from a sexy hottie into a hideous, old lady. (Which, if you ask me, is age discrimination).


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