Last year I discovered the magic of July 11. Free slurpees, enough said. So on Tuesday I started talking up 7/11 at work. Everyday at work when the date would come up I would respond with a, "Yes! Almost 7/11". I was pretty much planning on wiping out all the free slurpees from every 7-11 in the northern hemisphere. Uhh Wrongo. I ended up in Orem area for a family get together, which I originally thought would be a good thing. I found out that 7/11s are not as densly populated in Orem (or anywhere else) as they are in V-town. Oh and Provo is lame.
Stop 1: Chelsea and I started out by hitting up the Provo sev. I just have to say that the Provo, Utah 7-11 is the most ridiculous gas station ever ever ever ever ever ever. I don't have enough ever's memorized to describe it. There was absolutely nowhere to park. We had to park on the side of the street. (At a gas station? I've never seen that before) When we finally parked we found out that we went through all of that trouble just to find a sign that said that there were NO more free slurpees. Ewww. Provo is lame.
Stop 2: Another sev, another sign. Free slurpees restricted to children under 11.
Stop 3: YAAAY! The next sev we FINALLY got a free slurpee. They had even run out of the little "free size" so they were giving out the normal "small" slurpee cups!
Stop 4: After that we got all of our energy back and decided to hit up yet another sev. This sev's sign said that they had run out of the free cups so they weren't giving out anymore free slurpees. We went into the store with our empty slurpee cups and stood there awkwardly trying to decide who was going to be the one to ask if we could get a free slurpee if we brought our OWN cups. After a few minutes of pretending to look for something to buy while exchanging the "you do it" looks we decided that it was pointless and we needed to get out of Orem and Provo.
We drove through a couple more towns with no luck and decided to call it a one-slurpee-night. So all of that anticipation and excitement ended up with ONE SLURPEE. Sooooo lame. Oh and to make it even more of a dissapointing night, we went to Land of Lost. For those of you who have seen it, you probably know what I mean about dissapointment. The rest of you, Don't watch it. We left early because it was lame beyond all reason.
Moral of the story: July 11th is amazing but is meant to be spent in Vernal, Utah. Provo, Utah is lame. Don't watch Land of Lost. Oh, and ice cream is difficult to eat in a dark movie theater.
