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.