Park City Burning: Day 3 - "No Golf"

The third day of the reunion was scheduled our annual try at golf. I first realized I liked playing a yearly round of nine holes during last year's reunion in St. George. It occured to me there that the level of enjoyment that I got out of playing golf depended largely on the company that I was with.

Last year's event was highlighted by comedy act of the Brothers Bagby, who exhibited humor I will not utter here.

The drawback to playing golf this year seemed to be the fact that golfing in Park City must be much more popular than in St. George because all the courses were full. Instead we spent another relaxing day at the hotel pool.

Once our individual levels of cholrine consumption hit their peeks it was off to the Outlet Mall that makes Park City famous. As a typical member of the male species I eagerly anticipate mall shopping like a root canal. Ironically, I was the one who came away with a clothing purchase - a pair of running shoes from the adidas store.

As it was our day to take care of food - which we prepared an amazing breakfast assortment of waffles, eggs and bacon - we hustled back from shopping to put together a delightful dinner of chicken parmesan. It's a meal I've prepared before, but never for 10 people. I know have a much greater appreciation for my mom who cooked for a family of 8 every night. Probably why I never heard of chicken parmesan until after I left home.