Is this blog haunted?

The Hinckley Institute of Politics, a University of Utah political organization, had their 40th anniversary reception tonight. I wasn't going to go, but Melissa Simonich asked if I was going and I changed my mind.

It was lame. There were lots of former interns and legislators there, but I wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone. I really just wanted to goof off, which is exactly what I did. Megan, Scott and I sat in the very back and didn't pay attention to the speakers. We were being so loud that someone asked us to shut up. I told Scott that I either like really fancy dinners (formal dress) or very casual barbecues. Anything in between isn't as fun.

We left early and had more fun driving home than the entire time at the reception. I kept yelling to other cars, "I'm Hispanic! Are you Hispanic?" As I write this, it doesn't sound funny, but it really was. One person responded, "I'm not Hispanic, but I have Hispanic friends!" We laughed and laughed.

I also discovered a new way of telling people you farted without actually telling them. You just say, "Is this place haunted?" I kept saying, "Is this car haunted?", "Is this elevator haunted?", etc. It was so funny.

We went home to erase Nathan, Scott's ex-boyfriend, from all the pictures we took this summer. Those can be seen in another post. Scott also told me that Alex Quinn and Nathan are best of friends now. Ew! Alex is the one person I cannot even stand to be nice to because he's an ass. It seems to fit that those two are friends.

Megan had to pick up Mckenna from her sister's house so we went with her. On the way back to my place, I had Mckenna tell jokes... inappropriate jokes actually. I can't tell you how funny it is to have children tell bad jokes. This was my favorite one that I made up:

Q: What do you say when you give a present on Hanukkah?
A: Look what I got Jew!