it's cool

Do not fret. We see Thurl Bailey everywhere. Last week when my friend Jared and I went to the Jazz game, there he was. We had this complete emotional battle whether or not we should get our picture taken with him, and finally decided not to. However, I did (very awkwardly) take pictures OF him:

Today Jared and I embarked on an adventure to Trafalga for three dollar thursday. Oh my. Let me just say, a couple of college kids at Trafalga at 4 in the afternoon, we felt quite dumb. The only people our age were probably the workers. Awkward. We played laser tag with a BUNCH of little kids at a birthday party. It was pretty darn intense! ;) As we were reveling in the excitement of the freaking awesome laser game (you get to go in a room full of lasers and try to get to the other side. We felt like spies), we glanced over and saw none other than our favorite Thurl Bailey. Remember the BUNCH of little kids at the birthday party? It was his kids party.

How does this keep happening? Unfortunately we completely chickened out to get our picture taken with him because we are incredibly wussy. But we did stand close enough to touch his bald head as he helped his kid decide what to get with his tickets. No, we weren't staring.

Sometimes I wonder how we are so dang cool.