Mormonossity

I made it back unscathed from Mormon country. I found out the Salt Lake City population is actually only about half Mormon. I saw a store in the mall called "Dressed in White," which contained dowdy looking all white apparell. I assume this fulfills a demand for Mormon ceremonies and what not. I also drank a beer called Polygamist Porter. Their tag line was "Bring one home to the wives." I got to see the Mormon Tabernacle Choir in a private performance which was "arranged" by a huge company run by the Mafia. The highlight of the evening was when one sassy little Mormon choir member started busting a move. She was really feeling the "spirit."

Salt Lake is a pretty city, but I don't think I would want to live there. I felt a weird vibe that I can't quite place. It was a little creepy.