NUBIE ZOOBIE

a couple summers ago, while i was still living at the villa, my friends moydie! and joe gibbs came knocking on my door proclaiming that they were driving to rexburg, ID and back down to provo that afternoon/evening and that i should come. having virtually nothing else to do for the rest of that sunday (i dont do firesides) i agreed. the purpose of the trip was to take the sister of a girl we all knew back to byu-idaho before her classes started the next day. an 'emergency road-trip' if you will.

well, the ride up was just dandy. we listened to one of the harry potter books on cd (i still have no desire to read them, and i think it is funny that adults think they are more intellectually stimulating than, say a video game, simply because they are books, completing ignoring the fact that they are written at a 6th grade reading level. that's right, they are children's books. not bad movies though.) and eating fresh cherries and spitting the pits at semi's. great fun.

we got to rexburg at about 9:30 pm. we decided to get out for a bit and stretch our legs before the trek home. so there we were, all dressed in casual clothing (most importantly, shorts) and i with a goatee on my face, just mingling with the natives. they, all dressed up for church and heading over to the recently vacated stadium (now only used for intramural sports and devotionals and snack/nap time) to sing hymns together, looked at us funny. you would think that we were streaking the way they looked at us. so, in hopes to find some normalcy and slightly more mature 18 year olds, we decided to visit with the girl's roommates for a while.

when we walked in the apartment we discovered a girl and a boy kissing. they are apparently in the rebellious crowd. we got along fine. until 10:30-ish came around and we were kicked out of the apartment. i guess the girls didnt want to be quarantined for a week for having guys in the apartment after bed-time. (no this isnt the dorms, this is for all of their single's housing). the thing that really gets me, though, is that everyone we talked to insisted that the rules arent that bad. but the fact that they feel like they have to say that (to byu-provo students no less) only makes it seem worse.

dont get me wrong, i hate lots of things about provo too. like the driving/traffic situation; several slightly less juvenile and demoralizing rules; all the molly-mormons and peter-priesthoods who think pink floyd is the devil; opening hymns in nutrition classes; and so on. but provo has had 4 years to work on its bitter after-taste. rexburg had 45 minutes.

besides, we'll always have jon heder to keep our dignity. (idaho may have spawned him, but utah educated him)