This past week has been one of the most boring ever. I’ve been working a ton, mostly preparing for Utah’s Mardi Gras, aka “The Days of ‘47,” which commemorates the arrival of the Mormon pioneers into the Salt Lake Valley (in 1847).

Don’t ask why we do this; who the hell has a three-hour parade when it’s 106 degrees F?

Anyway, the whole thing is incredibly Mormon and, of course, a state holiday. But it’s such a community thing that the station has to have a huge presence and broadcasts the parade, so I’ve been really busy.

On the plus side, I got to ride around the parade route on a Segway HT.

I strongly suggest you go for a ride if you get a chance. It’s unlike any motion I’ve ever experienced. You’re just kind of floating in a vertical position, even though it feels like you should be falling one way or the other. The gyroscopes inside the Segway check your balance up to 100 times every second to make sure you don’t fall over.

I’m sure you’ve all seen them on TV and let me tell you: the hype is worth it. I desperately want one of my own. Too bad I don’t have $5,000 to spend on a toy.

In all fairness, I have to also make note that I did pull a George W. and fall over once. It is possible! That’s what happens when you try to show off.

At least I (unlike Dubya) wasn’t just standing there when I made a fool of myself.