This past weekend I spent some time up in Park City; three days with my family, and two days by my lonesome. I realized being alone was significantly less fun then being with the crew, unless you count the time spent eating my feelings at the Red Banjo. Pizza and a basket of fries? Not a mistake. Being born into a family that makes me shoot yogurt out my nose from laughter...not a mistake either. Here's the weekend via Instagram. I love...us.