I Say, This Demolition Derby Is Absolutely Smashing!

I love demo derbies. I absolutely love 'em.

Meghan had never been to one before, so on May 19th we decided to get in touch with our inner white trash and attend one at the Golden Spike Arena in Ogden.

Demo derby driving is a garish ballet of steel, rust, dirt, and radiator fluid. This derby was no exception. One car got its entire back third sheared off, while another entrant's back half was forced on top of another car, leaving its back tires dangling in the air above the hood of the offending auto.

But the automotive carnage is just part of the fun of a demo derby--the people watching is equally entertaining. Although mullet levels we dangerously low, the following list summarizes the crowd element of the derby nicely:

-hunting shirts
-Budweiser
-tank tops
-Marlboro

And let's not forget the little boy with the "I Heart Golden Corral" t-shirt. That was my favorite.

Yes, it just might be the world's most perfect sport.

Gradiashun

Yes, undergraduate college work does end. I can now personally testify to that. After four years at BYU and four major changes I finally graduated with my bachelors of arts in political science. Much of my motivation to finish school in the face of senioritis this past year is because of Meghan. I owe much of this degree to her.

Meghan also graduated, earning her bachelors of science in home and family living summa cum laude. Her parents came from Michigan for the event and were here for five days, bringing with them Sizzler dinners and wedding plans needing approval.

Bukran, Milhouse, & Campos: we've come a long way from W-Hall our freshman year. By this summer we'll all be married and I'll be the only one without a kid.

A large chunk of this degree is also due to my parents. Without their unwavering support and love this education dealio would have been far more of an uphill climb.

The Capstone Gang: Mark, Adam, and Houston. We sat next to each other during convocation and discussed life, marriage, our plans for after graduation, and (of course) politics. Professor Christensen, our capstone professor, was handing out diploma cases. When he saw us ("his friends") all in a row his smile grew to be a mile wide and his handshake was indeed personal. What a character...what a great professor.

Commencement ended up being a much ado about nothing. Those who boycotted it ended up the dunces: for President Hinckley and Elders Scott and Bednar came along with Vice President Cheney! Cheney's ultra-benign micro-speech on life lessons he's learned made even the most hardened Democrat blush with the realization that political zealotry sometimes gets in the way of life and common sense.