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Deer Valley Weekend - Kristin Chenoweth

After meeting up with Rebekah, we drove to Deer Valley. We already knew that the concert was sold out, so we felt we should arrive early enough that we would be in line before the gates opened at 5:30. We pulled in to the parking lot a few minutes before 5:00, took our time hauling our gear, and walked up the stairs, thinking we'd get a good spot in line. But boy, were we ever wrong.What we didn't realize was that folks had started queueing up at noon, and we were way down the line. We ended up being a quarter mile down the road, standing in a construction zone for 45 minutes before they finally opened the gates and let everyone in. This is what we get for buying the general admission tickets. But you should have felt everyone's excitement, as the line grew and grew, everyone anxiously waiting for our beloved Kristin Chenoweth, all while visiting and making new friends in line.





Once the gates opened, there was a mad rush. Cyndee led the way and found us a nice spot for us to set up and wait for the show to start. I was able to find Angel, who was joining us but had to drive separately. We made more than a few trips up and down the hill and back up again to get dinner, and use the restroom, but it was fortunate, because we were able to bump in to several old friends from previous singles wards. 



After waiting an hour or more for the show to begin, Kristin Chenoweth came out to some of the loudest cheers I've ever heard at Deer Valley. She's a big star of Broadway, TV, and movies, and the entire hillside just erupted. She was fun, funny, endearing, and in all ways fabulous. This despite not being acclimated to the altitude and needing oxygen in between numbers. We had such a fantastic time, that I for one didn't want to leave when it was over. I'd still be up on the mountain if the girls hadn't dragged me away.




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