The last day in Utah was a good deal of fun. It started with breakfast with Eric James Stone, Beth Wodzinski, and Sean Markey. In the afternon, Beth, Sean, and I repaired to the Tayler home lured by promises of homemade scones.
I had never encounted the Utah version of a scone. This is a deep-fried bread that is astonishing in its yumminess. Astonishing, I tell you.
We were joined by Dan Wells and his family, none of whom are serial killers, and Peter Ahlstrom and his family. The number of adorable children was beyond counting. At one point I performed The Broken Bridge for them, but mostly the adults just sat around and talked while consuming astonishingly yummy scones.
Someone made a crack about my travel home, joking about “if” I went home that night. I was assured that I would be safe because I was travelling with a yeti. Moments after this, my phone rang.
It was my airline.
I started laughing even before I answered it. The automated voice alerted me that my flight was delayed by an hour. The timing was astonishing. Truly, I could not have gotten away with that in fiction.
The flight wound up being delayed by an hour and a half, but I was upgraded to first class so I think it all balances out.
