St Geezy With My Bday Twin

Have I told the story about how Jenn and I were born same day, same time.

I was born at 3:30 in California and she was born at 5:30 in Chicago?

We met in high school when she moved mid-Sophomore year from Murray (yay, Lizzie!)

and became fast friends when we discovered we'd

held hands down from heaven. 

It's a story we never tire of telling.

Jenn's week at their rental home just happened to fall on our birthday, 

so after her family left on Saturday, KT, Amy and I joined up Saturday-Tuesday.

We left Saturday afternoon (after the Utes eked out a football win--these friends are HUGE fans),

and arrived for dinner at Mixed Greens. 

Super healthy, fresh, delicious, family-owned and shares a space with Chevron.

That night we hot tubbed with the college kiddos who weren't leaving until the morning and played Boomers vs. Millenials.

Some questions the Boomers couldn't answer were:

Name two famous Tik Tokers (didn't get even one)

and name all five Kardashians.

We also didn't get who Zendaya was dating, although Tom Holland was on the tip of my tongue.

The Millenials didn't know it was long distance to call areas as close as Park City and Provo

or the logistics of how to make a collect call.

(And we cracked ourselves up remembering how we'd call collect, then as the operator was asking whoever answered the phone if they'd accept the charges, we'd yell, "pick me up at the mall!" and our parent, having received the message, could decline the call.

Also, remember how we used to dial 4-1-1 for time and temperature?

Because the analog clock on the stove was broken and we were too lazy to walk to mom and dad's room to look at the only other clock in the house?

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Meanwhile, Chris and friends are in New York for the weekend.