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Saturday, February 27
Friday, February 26
Archaic
When it comes to the cinema, I am a zealot.
As of late, however, the cinemas appeal is beginning to wither. The collection of clips they are trying to pass as a genuine motion picture is sickening. A select few are pure excrement. It doesn't help that developing technology is a direct cause of worsening films. Any 3D movie is an automatic demerit on my list. An overwhelming amount of them seem to only be made for the sole purpose that it is 3D. I have yet to see Avatar. I don't ever plan to. I hope I don't. Also because James Cameron movies are overly popular and the quality just isn't there for me.
I'm not saying that all new movies are bad. Actually, 2009 was a terrific year for a moviegoer like me. Movies like Up in the Air, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Inglorious Bastards, even the new hand drawn Disney animated flick Princess and the Frog, one of the best Disney Studios has ever come out with. The list goes on, and I have high hopes for 2010. Although nothing particularly inspirational has been released.
It just irritates me that C movies are getting A+ praise just for the funky glasses you get to put on. Then again, I am still discovering and loving the previous 90 years of excellent cinematography and film art. The wit and wonder that is 1940's cinema makes my life. And the attitude that was put out in the 80's is just a delight.
I just hope these 3D movies don't kill the movie industry. Financially or Intelligently.
On a lighter note, Imagine Dragons has a few new songs listed on their myspace page, and they have quickly become some of my favorites. I cannot wait for their new ep release. Also, I am reading a new nonfiction by Bryant Simon, Everything but the Coffee: Learning about America from Starbucks. It is an excellent read. Thoroughly enjoyable for the person that likes crap like that. Like myself.
As of late, however, the cinemas appeal is beginning to wither. The collection of clips they are trying to pass as a genuine motion picture is sickening. A select few are pure excrement. It doesn't help that developing technology is a direct cause of worsening films. Any 3D movie is an automatic demerit on my list. An overwhelming amount of them seem to only be made for the sole purpose that it is 3D. I have yet to see Avatar. I don't ever plan to. I hope I don't. Also because James Cameron movies are overly popular and the quality just isn't there for me.
I'm not saying that all new movies are bad. Actually, 2009 was a terrific year for a moviegoer like me. Movies like Up in the Air, Fantastic Mr. Fox, Inglorious Bastards, even the new hand drawn Disney animated flick Princess and the Frog, one of the best Disney Studios has ever come out with. The list goes on, and I have high hopes for 2010. Although nothing particularly inspirational has been released.
It just irritates me that C movies are getting A+ praise just for the funky glasses you get to put on. Then again, I am still discovering and loving the previous 90 years of excellent cinematography and film art. The wit and wonder that is 1940's cinema makes my life. And the attitude that was put out in the 80's is just a delight.
I just hope these 3D movies don't kill the movie industry. Financially or Intelligently.
On a lighter note, Imagine Dragons has a few new songs listed on their myspace page, and they have quickly become some of my favorites. I cannot wait for their new ep release. Also, I am reading a new nonfiction by Bryant Simon, Everything but the Coffee: Learning about America from Starbucks. It is an excellent read. Thoroughly enjoyable for the person that likes crap like that. Like myself.
Wednesday, February 24
The Chocolate
The Provo foodie has spoken. The small town chef has answered.
With all of these fresh new eateries in town, I don't know what to do with myself. I never have to eat at a chain restaurant again. It's bliss.
The Chocolate, a new dessert cafe that has spruced up the section of State St in Orem between Center and 4th South, has got my senses cheering for delight! Someone actually gets it. Someone realizes that we don't have to have the fugliest street in Utah. This thing, this person, this woman... she understands. Finally! I have been saying this for years.
Now, the building has been there since the turn of the century. The 20th century. So a long time. But now people are beginning to notice. Thanks to the little baker name Sue (I don't know her real name, but Sue sounds like an adequate baker's name). Her quaint little cafe with gourmet cupcakes, mountains high red velvet cake with gnosh frosting (yes, gnosh frosting) and this masterpiece, this thing, this dessert called the magic potato.
The magic potato? Yes, the magic potato. It is the single most delicious vegetable/dessert that I have ever tasted. The details are sickening, but it is a sinful treat for the eyes and mouth. A sweet potato with caramelized sugar and pecans, topped with creamy vanilla ice cream. I salivate just thinking about it.
The seating is very feng shui, without any sign an asian has been there. The music selection is nothing special, just some love tunes in the background. I still love it.
The Chocolate
I don't know the hours, but they are open real late on weekends, and that's all that matters.
3+ Service (It's just counter service, so not that exciting)
5 Food (The potato!)
4 Ambiance
4 Location (The house is lovely, but it's still on state street)
$
Post Script:
THE POTATO!!
With all of these fresh new eateries in town, I don't know what to do with myself. I never have to eat at a chain restaurant again. It's bliss.
The Chocolate, a new dessert cafe that has spruced up the section of State St in Orem between Center and 4th South, has got my senses cheering for delight! Someone actually gets it. Someone realizes that we don't have to have the fugliest street in Utah. This thing, this person, this woman... she understands. Finally! I have been saying this for years.
Now, the building has been there since the turn of the century. The 20th century. So a long time. But now people are beginning to notice. Thanks to the little baker name Sue (I don't know her real name, but Sue sounds like an adequate baker's name). Her quaint little cafe with gourmet cupcakes, mountains high red velvet cake with gnosh frosting (yes, gnosh frosting) and this masterpiece, this thing, this dessert called the magic potato.
The magic potato? Yes, the magic potato. It is the single most delicious vegetable/dessert that I have ever tasted. The details are sickening, but it is a sinful treat for the eyes and mouth. A sweet potato with caramelized sugar and pecans, topped with creamy vanilla ice cream. I salivate just thinking about it.
The seating is very feng shui, without any sign an asian has been there. The music selection is nothing special, just some love tunes in the background. I still love it.
The Chocolate
212 S. State St
Orem, UT 84058
(801) 224-7334Orem, UT 84058
I don't know the hours, but they are open real late on weekends, and that's all that matters.
3+ Service (It's just counter service, so not that exciting)
5 Food (The potato!)
4 Ambiance
4 Location (The house is lovely, but it's still on state street)
$
Post Script:
THE POTATO!!
Pizzeria Seven Twelve
Hello P712
You are a shining beacon of light in an otherwise drab and dumpy, not to mention unfinished, eyesore that is the Midtown Village (another blog post for another time).
I love the simplistic dining that you, and your parent's other love child Communal (see post below), have created in the Valley. You both use such flavorful, natural and unique ingredients that it makes your dishes look more like a picture, than the actual picture.
P712 is a rustic, yet classy, establishment with an open kitchen, delicious decor (the artwork and light bulbs are stab in my heart, I want them that much) and delightful food. Forget anything you know about pizza in Utah Valley (Pier 49 what?). Once you taste this melt in your mouth triangular piece of handmade, brick oven baked pizza, you might actually die out of shear pleasure. No wonder they were just honored as Utah's best pizza in Sunset Magazine! Click for the article.
The water is brought in glass bottles, clear and free of embellishments. Their wine selection looked sufficient, of what I saw of it. The pizza was topped with speck. Don't know what that is? Neither did we. It was delicious. Apparently it is a much more flavorful and fresh version of a type of pepperoni.
The bill comes on a wooden plank. The menu, a piece of parchment.
Pizzeria Seven Twelve is unlike any pizza place I have ever laid eyes on, I wish every day was pizza day.
320 South State Street #185
$-$$$
4 Service
5 Food
4 Ambiance
3 Location
Post Script:
If you dine here, go to the restroom. The walls are bronze and beautiful, the sink and fixtures are like none other, and the cloth napkins instead of paper add a surprising touch.
You are a shining beacon of light in an otherwise drab and dumpy, not to mention unfinished, eyesore that is the Midtown Village (another blog post for another time).
I love the simplistic dining that you, and your parent's other love child Communal (see post below), have created in the Valley. You both use such flavorful, natural and unique ingredients that it makes your dishes look more like a picture, than the actual picture.
P712 is a rustic, yet classy, establishment with an open kitchen, delicious decor (the artwork and light bulbs are stab in my heart, I want them that much) and delightful food. Forget anything you know about pizza in Utah Valley (Pier 49 what?). Once you taste this melt in your mouth triangular piece of handmade, brick oven baked pizza, you might actually die out of shear pleasure. No wonder they were just honored as Utah's best pizza in Sunset Magazine! Click for the article.
The water is brought in glass bottles, clear and free of embellishments. Their wine selection looked sufficient, of what I saw of it. The pizza was topped with speck. Don't know what that is? Neither did we. It was delicious. Apparently it is a much more flavorful and fresh version of a type of pepperoni.
The bill comes on a wooden plank. The menu, a piece of parchment.
Pizzeria Seven Twelve is unlike any pizza place I have ever laid eyes on, I wish every day was pizza day.
Orem, Utah 84058
801.623.6712
Lunch Monday - Friday 11:30 A.M.-2:30 P.M.
Dinner Monday - Thursday 5 P.M.- 10 P.M. Friday - Saturday 5 P.M.-11 P.M.
Lunch Monday - Friday 11:30 A.M.-2:30 P.M.
Dinner Monday - Thursday 5 P.M.- 10 P.M. Friday - Saturday 5 P.M.-11 P.M.
$-$$$
4 Service
5 Food
4 Ambiance
3 Location
Post Script:
If you dine here, go to the restroom. The walls are bronze and beautiful, the sink and fixtures are like none other, and the cloth napkins instead of paper add a surprising touch.
Communal
Provo is blossoming with restaurants that foodies will fawn over. Communal, a new dining destination in heart of Utah Valley, has recently opened to the public, and been opened to my stomach.
Two times we had tried dine at Communal with no success. Not that it is a well known and advertised restaurant, it's just the space is scarce on tables and chairs. It adds to the ambiance. Five linen lined tables of two or four, and a long communal table, bare wood with persons on both sides of you. It seems food court-esque on the surface, but there was nothing food court about it. We had a reservation on a linen table, although we had the option of dining on the communal table as our table was still in use when we came. We took the shared table and never looked back! The service was still exquisite, like clockwork.
The bread was soft and artesian and what not, and I don't think I have had better butter in my existence, all soft and creamy, like a bread butter should taste like.
I started us off with an arugula and blood orange salad. It was simple and yet so fresh and delicious. Especially the light vinaigrette, just enough to taste without overpowering the flavors of the other ingredients. Of course it was a shared salad, a communal salad. The main course was plated beautifully, everything a la carte. Makayla and I had the airline chicken with sauce robert, and Carlos enjoyed the Atlantic salmon with a bacon vinaigrette. Bacon vinaigrette. Bacon. Vinaigrette.
Bacon vinaigrette.
The chicken, oh the chicken, it may have been the most moist and flavorful piece of poultry my palette has ever been graced to taste. I actually heard a squeal of joy from my taste buds. The sauce robert was wonderful, and they kept on the skin. The skin was just too good. I mean, who knew a chicken skin could taste like that?! And the Salmon. Although incredibly delectable, with the bacon vinaigrette, it seemed too over powering and I would get tired of it after the third or fourth bite. I am content with my chicken decision.
Makayla ordered a side to share, a butternut squash with baked caramelized apples in the center. It was too good. I don't think I can ever eat food again.
Communal is a restaurant right out of New York, set in suburban Provo. I give it my highest praise.
Communal Restaurant
4 Service
5 Food
5 Ambiance
4 Location
$$-$$$
102 North University Avenue
Provo, UT
(801) 373-8000
Dinner Tuesday - Saturday 5:30 pm to 10 pm
Lunch Tuesday - Friday 11:30 am to 2:30 pm
Post Script:
Take a look at their blog (link above) to get a feel of the food presentation, preparation, and atmosphere.
Two times we had tried dine at Communal with no success. Not that it is a well known and advertised restaurant, it's just the space is scarce on tables and chairs. It adds to the ambiance. Five linen lined tables of two or four, and a long communal table, bare wood with persons on both sides of you. It seems food court-esque on the surface, but there was nothing food court about it. We had a reservation on a linen table, although we had the option of dining on the communal table as our table was still in use when we came. We took the shared table and never looked back! The service was still exquisite, like clockwork.
The bread was soft and artesian and what not, and I don't think I have had better butter in my existence, all soft and creamy, like a bread butter should taste like.
I started us off with an arugula and blood orange salad. It was simple and yet so fresh and delicious. Especially the light vinaigrette, just enough to taste without overpowering the flavors of the other ingredients. Of course it was a shared salad, a communal salad. The main course was plated beautifully, everything a la carte. Makayla and I had the airline chicken with sauce robert, and Carlos enjoyed the Atlantic salmon with a bacon vinaigrette. Bacon vinaigrette. Bacon. Vinaigrette.
Bacon vinaigrette.
The chicken, oh the chicken, it may have been the most moist and flavorful piece of poultry my palette has ever been graced to taste. I actually heard a squeal of joy from my taste buds. The sauce robert was wonderful, and they kept on the skin. The skin was just too good. I mean, who knew a chicken skin could taste like that?! And the Salmon. Although incredibly delectable, with the bacon vinaigrette, it seemed too over powering and I would get tired of it after the third or fourth bite. I am content with my chicken decision.
Makayla ordered a side to share, a butternut squash with baked caramelized apples in the center. It was too good. I don't think I can ever eat food again.
Communal is a restaurant right out of New York, set in suburban Provo. I give it my highest praise.
Communal Restaurant
4 Service
5 Food
5 Ambiance
4 Location
$$-$$$
102 North University Avenue
Provo, UT
(801) 373-8000
Dinner Tuesday - Saturday 5:30 pm to 10 pm
Lunch Tuesday - Friday 11:30 am to 2:30 pm
Post Script:
Take a look at their blog (link above) to get a feel of the food presentation, preparation, and atmosphere.
Tuesday, February 23
That Bites.
So Imagine Dragons, my current obsession [well that, gilmore girls (don't judge, I know it's been off the air for three years, their still witty, deal with it, I'm still straight) and making things in my toaster oven], are playing at the Velour (aka Provo's Haus of Awesome) April 10th.
Oh, I can't go.
Excuse me while I slit my wrists.
I have the unfortunate obligation to join my family for a week-long vacation in Florida. The same vacation we did last August.
I realize we have a timeshare. I realize that Disneyworld is down the street. I realize that it is the most cost efficient trip our family can do in this economy.
WHO CARES?
Imagine Dragons is playing the Velour.
It's my parents anniversary on the 10th? Here's some flowers.
What is this crap? I mean, God clearly wanted me to see Imagine effing Dragons one last time before my mission. One last time before they hit the big time. One last time at the VELOUR.
Disneyworld can suck it. It's just an imitation of Disneyland with more internationals that don't speak my native tongue.
Oh, I can't go.
Excuse me while I slit my wrists.
I have the unfortunate obligation to join my family for a week-long vacation in Florida. The same vacation we did last August.
I realize we have a timeshare. I realize that Disneyworld is down the street. I realize that it is the most cost efficient trip our family can do in this economy.
WHO CARES?
Imagine Dragons is playing the Velour.
It's my parents anniversary on the 10th? Here's some flowers.
What is this crap? I mean, God clearly wanted me to see Imagine effing Dragons one last time before my mission. One last time before they hit the big time. One last time at the VELOUR.
Disneyworld can suck it. It's just an imitation of Disneyland with more internationals that don't speak my native tongue.
Monday, February 22
Necessary Loads
1 2-Liter bottle of Barq's root beer.
1 Small loaf of Asiago Demi Bread.
1 6-pack of IBC cream soda
1 pint of Haggen Daz ginger ice cream
6 bananas
3 organic romaine lettuce hearts
1 Family size box of Cap'n Crunch
1 gallon of Milk
These are the items that survived the great debit card slip up of 2010. There was $17.32 in my wallet while checking out at the Target Supercenter this evening, with a bill that was to total 23.42.
I forgot my debit card.
I go shopping when I'm hungry, never getting anything of substance...
What did I have to take back?
1 apple and cranberry pie
1 bag of Baked Lay's original potato chips
Both things I really wanted, but I thought they were the least sensible items to keep, and needing to keep up appearances with the thirty something checker, mother of three, trying to keep a decent lifestyle by working part-time in the evenings at the local Target, I of course had to throw those out.
I didn't eat any of the surviving items when I returned home.
I could go for a piece of apple cranberry pie right now. Topped with vanilla ice cream.
1 Small loaf of Asiago Demi Bread.
1 6-pack of IBC cream soda
1 pint of Haggen Daz ginger ice cream
6 bananas
3 organic romaine lettuce hearts
1 Family size box of Cap'n Crunch
1 gallon of Milk
These are the items that survived the great debit card slip up of 2010. There was $17.32 in my wallet while checking out at the Target Supercenter this evening, with a bill that was to total 23.42.
I forgot my debit card.
I go shopping when I'm hungry, never getting anything of substance...
What did I have to take back?
1 apple and cranberry pie
1 bag of Baked Lay's original potato chips
Both things I really wanted, but I thought they were the least sensible items to keep, and needing to keep up appearances with the thirty something checker, mother of three, trying to keep a decent lifestyle by working part-time in the evenings at the local Target, I of course had to throw those out.
I didn't eat any of the surviving items when I returned home.
I could go for a piece of apple cranberry pie right now. Topped with vanilla ice cream.
Saturday, February 20
Love is (Blood is) Red
I love the Velour. It is too good for words. What it is doing with the local music scene is astonishing.
Their show on Saturday was delicious. The Valentine's Masquerade was a delight and the set was tragically romantic. Marlee and Hayley Hernandez started with sensual sounds that mesmerized the masked individuals attentively listening to the strums of Marlee's guitar and their harmonic vocals.
Mudbison. I died. That single song on their myspace page does not do them justice, please, please, look them up on the youtube. That is all.
Book on Tape Worm finished the night. He was strangely wonderful and was accompanied by Emily Post (Emily's last name has escaped my mind, and, since she is so classy, I decided to lend her the name of one of the most elegant people society has ever been honored to know.) Also, a harpist and cellist strummed along.
Nothing particularly spectacular happened afterward, it was just a lovely evening that ended at the Velour. It never ceases the amazement.
Their show on Saturday was delicious. The Valentine's Masquerade was a delight and the set was tragically romantic. Marlee and Hayley Hernandez started with sensual sounds that mesmerized the masked individuals attentively listening to the strums of Marlee's guitar and their harmonic vocals.
Mudbison. I died. That single song on their myspace page does not do them justice, please, please, look them up on the youtube. That is all.
Book on Tape Worm finished the night. He was strangely wonderful and was accompanied by Emily Post (Emily's last name has escaped my mind, and, since she is so classy, I decided to lend her the name of one of the most elegant people society has ever been honored to know.) Also, a harpist and cellist strummed along.
Nothing particularly spectacular happened afterward, it was just a lovely evening that ended at the Velour. It never ceases the amazement.
Thursday, February 18
Skull & Bones, circa 1833
Hello.
It's been a week since we last met, and, even then, it was only briefly.
There will be a plethora of fresh words to pass by in the coming days.
All is well, I have big plans, Life is much more than good.
I love writing on fancy stationary.
You Jump, I Jump, Jack.
It's been a week since we last met, and, even then, it was only briefly.
There will be a plethora of fresh words to pass by in the coming days.
All is well, I have big plans, Life is much more than good.
I love writing on fancy stationary.
You Jump, I Jump, Jack.
Thursday, February 11
Shadow Dancing
Why do I have this blog?
It's a costless alternative to therapy.
Outsiders can understand why I do the strange things I do.
That is all.
It's a costless alternative to therapy.
Outsiders can understand why I do the strange things I do.
That is all.
Longnecks.
That feeling, you know the one, the one where you snap, momentarily.
The moment springs up on a bi-monthly basis. Tonight was a moment, before that, Thanksgiving.
Now I say "bi-monthly" as a loose term, seeing as it's not clockwork. It's not as if I'm ovulating and waiting for that right moment to get frisky. Clearly there was a gap larger than two months in between my outbursts, but the next moment could be a few weeks from now.
This moment, after chatting about upcoming family schedulings (Our trip to Florida, Family portraits, Family portraits in Florida, What diet they should be on so they look trim for Family portraits in Florida... the usual) I snapped like a palm tree burdened with three feet of compacted sleet. The details might knock you cold like a bottle of ambien and three shots of grey goose, so I'll spare you.
Hey, I'm easier than the Monday morning crossword, but sometimes the tension of various things (douchers, douchers at work, doucher clients, douchers that steal your reservation at Texas Roadhouse) detonates and I vomit words that need to be said, but never should come out of my monday morning mouth. Yes, I did tell my mother to shut up. Should I have said it, No. Was I jazzed afterwards? You betcha.
The moment springs up on a bi-monthly basis. Tonight was a moment, before that, Thanksgiving.
Now I say "bi-monthly" as a loose term, seeing as it's not clockwork. It's not as if I'm ovulating and waiting for that right moment to get frisky. Clearly there was a gap larger than two months in between my outbursts, but the next moment could be a few weeks from now.
This moment, after chatting about upcoming family schedulings (Our trip to Florida, Family portraits, Family portraits in Florida, What diet they should be on so they look trim for Family portraits in Florida... the usual) I snapped like a palm tree burdened with three feet of compacted sleet. The details might knock you cold like a bottle of ambien and three shots of grey goose, so I'll spare you.
Hey, I'm easier than the Monday morning crossword, but sometimes the tension of various things (douchers, douchers at work, doucher clients, douchers that steal your reservation at Texas Roadhouse) detonates and I vomit words that need to be said, but never should come out of my monday morning mouth. Yes, I did tell my mother to shut up. Should I have said it, No. Was I jazzed afterwards? You betcha.
Tuesday, February 9
Bees
Did you ever want to do something great?
Change someone's life?
Influence the population, for the better?
I have.
I still do.
We need to get out of this rut we are in and do something. Anything.
I see too many people wasting away their lives, just passing by on the bare minimum.
Everyone is in a routine. How pedestrian.
Routine life is not a way of living. I'm not living. I'm dying. I'm sitting on a go nowhere job. For what? A little bit of money?
My routine, however, will be coming to a close. I am going to serve a mission. I am going to thrive after my mission. I am going to grab my goals and bring them on the midnight train to wherever the money in my wallet will take me.
"You are in for a rude awakening." My boss told me today as I was informing him of what is coming next for me. I told him of the places I am going to live (Hawaii, Jerusalem, Canada, the Swiss Alps). "Normal people don't live that way."
Normal.
I am not normal. I cannot be normal.
Don't tell me what I can and cannot do. I will not be friendly to you.
I am here to do something Great.
Monday, February 8
Sunday, February 7
Ice Cream
I am eating ice cream.
Ben & Jerry's Creme Brulee. I eat ice cream with a baby-like spoon. It works with yogurt too. Cottage Cheese? Yeah. Any soft dairy product, really.
It's Sunday night.
I am listening to Back Ted N-Ted. Don't know them? Look them up here.
Just pondering on this weekend. Eventful, Non-eventful, Stressful, and Stress-free.
I don't like my job, Friday was no exception. It took a great deal not to junk punch a coworker. I couldn't junk punch a client, it would be bad for business. I decided to be a hermit that night. Shocking, I know. Three Redbox movies and Cafe Rio. No human contact. It was delightful.
Saturday was the night. A complete 180. The night was focused on Imagine Dragons. They played a set that was nothing less than adequate at Velour in Provo. Of course we creeped them afterward. Snapped a few memories, gave them homemade stickers to paste in LA, embraced for a little bit. They played Selene, my favorite.
The night, however, did not start with ID. We made a Hello Panda run at Chao's, the fantastic Asian market on University Ave. just off of Center in Provo. Of course we had to stock up on Hi-Chew and Tim Tams. The real Tim Tams. From Australia. Not the Peppridge Farm business... Why we can get them in Chao's is confusingly terrific.
Walking down Center we stopped into an antique shop that, for reason's unknown, we had never seen before. Gems galore. No purchases, but we will be returning.
Homemade Stickers to plaster all over Provo was what we were partaking of next. The creativity flowed through our fingers, and we made some gifts for our favorite Vegas band as we were seeing them in just a few short hours. Wild sayings, thought provoking phrases, it was all there.
After vandalizing many lamp posts, drinking fountains, dilapidated boarded windows, etc., we squeezed our way to the middle of the venue floor and waited for Dan and company to grace us with their presence. Of course we sang, of course we danced, of course we fainted periodically from the talent oozing from the stereo system. After our meet and greet and promises of some ID vandalism in LA next week, we ended the night. Right there. Nothing else happened... to your knowledge.
Sunday was quiet. Three hours of church, small family dinner, Jersey Shore marathon on the couch kinda quiet. No complaints.
I love the weekend. But I love what is happening this week even more.
Remember: Sing like a pirate, Sip like a gypsy.
Ben & Jerry's Creme Brulee. I eat ice cream with a baby-like spoon. It works with yogurt too. Cottage Cheese? Yeah. Any soft dairy product, really.
It's Sunday night.
I am listening to Back Ted N-Ted. Don't know them? Look them up here.
Just pondering on this weekend. Eventful, Non-eventful, Stressful, and Stress-free.
I don't like my job, Friday was no exception. It took a great deal not to junk punch a coworker. I couldn't junk punch a client, it would be bad for business. I decided to be a hermit that night. Shocking, I know. Three Redbox movies and Cafe Rio. No human contact. It was delightful.
Saturday was the night. A complete 180. The night was focused on Imagine Dragons. They played a set that was nothing less than adequate at Velour in Provo. Of course we creeped them afterward. Snapped a few memories, gave them homemade stickers to paste in LA, embraced for a little bit. They played Selene, my favorite.The night, however, did not start with ID. We made a Hello Panda run at Chao's, the fantastic Asian market on University Ave. just off of Center in Provo. Of course we had to stock up on Hi-Chew and Tim Tams. The real Tim Tams. From Australia. Not the Peppridge Farm business... Why we can get them in Chao's is confusingly terrific.
Walking down Center we stopped into an antique shop that, for reason's unknown, we had never seen before. Gems galore. No purchases, but we will be returning.
Homemade Stickers to plaster all over Provo was what we were partaking of next. The creativity flowed through our fingers, and we made some gifts for our favorite Vegas band as we were seeing them in just a few short hours. Wild sayings, thought provoking phrases, it was all there.
After vandalizing many lamp posts, drinking fountains, dilapidated boarded windows, etc., we squeezed our way to the middle of the venue floor and waited for Dan and company to grace us with their presence. Of course we sang, of course we danced, of course we fainted periodically from the talent oozing from the stereo system. After our meet and greet and promises of some ID vandalism in LA next week, we ended the night. Right there. Nothing else happened... to your knowledge.
Sunday was quiet. Three hours of church, small family dinner, Jersey Shore marathon on the couch kinda quiet. No complaints.
I love the weekend. But I love what is happening this week even more.
Remember: Sing like a pirate, Sip like a gypsy.
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