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the delicious cheese and crackers and biscoff cookies generously provided by Delta. The stories kept on changing of we're staying, we're going and back and forth. yadda yadda. But, eventually we did take off and safely landed at SLC just a mere 5 hours late. I had tickets to the Jazz game and my friend Brent met me there. It was a really fun game and good win for the Jazz. Sorry Spurs! There was this really cute old man next to me who liked to hit my arm or give me a high-five when the Jazz made a good play. Once he even thought it was appropriate to slap my bum. Whatever. But all in all, it was a fabulous weekend. And yes, Jerod is wearing a Cobra Commander shirt. And yes, I'm wearing the same shirt two nights in a row.