It was a blessed weekend. One in which I forgot about homework (oops), forgot about work (mostly), forgot about politics (which scare me lately, see here), forgot about sleep, and drove a lot.
I love having blessed weekends. It’s good for the soul. I enjoyed going out for food, good company, a movie, some Wii, and a storm. So let’s do a review of each, how bout? Seems like an interesting way to share the details to the unknown internet to me.
The Pizza Factory
I live across the street from The Pizza Factory – it’s in the same building as Fat Cats. I could walk over there for dinner and it would take me five minutes. However, Friday night, I drove for about 40 minutes to get to this restaurant. Why? Because I didn’t go to the one across the street from me. I drove all the way down to Lindon so I could enjoy a carb fest (not crab, carb, like carbohydrate) with Megs and company. The cinnamon-sugar breadstick on-a-stick was tasty and makes you feel like a kid. I should eat more things on a stick besides just lollipops to stay young-at-heart. The rest of the food wasn’t as good as the company, but fresh parmesan on top is delightful. Mmm, cheese.
I know you probably like your friends, but they don’t compare to mine. Sorry. And this weekend, I spent plenty of time with some of those grand friends who I hadn’t seen for a time. Canadian friends make me laugh. Misfit friends make me feel comfortable. New friends remind me that the Larrie friendship curve is fading away*.
With one of my grand friends, Tiff, I went to a matinee. We enjoyed the good looks of Brad Pitt… well, he was good looking once he “grew down”. There were parts of the movie (The Curious Case of Benjamin Button) that I loved—the black mother that loved an ugly baby because he was one of God’s children—and parts that I didn’t love—the dancer who I couldn’t see why Benjamin fell in love with her. But in the end, the water came pouring in and washed away the story, leaving only the memory of feelings behind. I do like movies that evoke a rainbow of feelings and thoughts. (Thinking about this makes me want to watch Out of Africa again.)
I’ve always wanted to buy a gaming system for my home. At the top of the list would most likely be a Wii. After Saturday night, I realized why it was good that I hadn’t purchased anything, yet. I WOULD NEVER DO MY HOMEWORK. We played for four hours. And when we forced ourselves to stop, around 1:00 am, I was bummed. Just one more race, come on. We played the Wii Olympics where I failed horribly at swimming, but scored the only perfect 10 on the trampoline by a player who hadn’t played before. Put THAT on a trophy.
I should have had Justin drive home instead of me because by the time I got home, my upper back was so tense, it took me a while to relax and finally fall asleep. Instead, I strained my eyes trying to see the lines on the road when the headlights were highlighting all of the huge snowflakes falling as we drove through Highland / Alpine.** It reminded of a Nintendo game I used to play at Lacy’s where we were flying through space, with all of the stars blasting past us and suddenly, a meteor would appear on the screen and we’d dodge: Left! Up! Up! Left! Right! Up! There weren’t any meteors while driving, it’s true, but the lines of the road wouldn’t stay in a straight line.
Yes, those were brief reviews that didn’t really do much of a job of painting the picture of such a fantabulous weekend. But I’m selfish and am keeping the best parts of my weekend to myself.
Life really is beautiful and while I have a tendency to fear a little when I read about the corruption in D.C., the government’s over-involvement in the economy, the current recession, and the cancellation of Pushing Daisies, I take heart when I find someone who reminds us of all the POSITIVE, and IMPROVING American life: “Why the Bush years weren’t so bad.” This was what I read this morning shortly after arriving to work. It was a nice way to start the week.
*I think that becoming friends with Monica first brought the friendship curve into existence. She survived a rigorous interview in the hot tub before joining a soccer team and then myself realizing that I’d found another amazing friend. Then I realized that this curve occurred with Megs, Lori, my sister… I have yet to experience the OTHER side of the curve and so at this time, do not believe that it exists.
**I blame my contacts, really, for being so dry from hours of playing Wii that I had to constantly blink, but then I kept forgetting the whole blinking thing because I was looking so intently for the lines of the road.