Monday, February 25, 2008

Another Marathon Weekend. They're my favorite.

No I didn't run 26.2 (.6?) miles. Shudder. I really don't have the ambition to do it. I have the "consideration" to run a half marathon someday (Moab Half specifically) - and I also have the notion of running the Wasatch Back Relay in June (notion meaning I've paid and not trained - yet...oh man I really have to get on that), but the title of this post does not indicate firstly my running a marathon and secondly, hinting that this was not the first. Lastly, I don't care how crazy you are - "another marathon" can't be anyone's favorite.

Phew - now that that's cleared up - do you want to know what my "Marathon Weekend" is? Well, I'll tell you...

Last weekend the boy and I had a "Marathon Weekend." Meaning - we hung out everyday all day starting on...Saturday morning and launching through Tuesday night. I know! Emery County weekend was to blame for the majority of it - then of course we went to SLC, then OF COURSE it was Presidents Day, then....of course...boy had the week off from Law School AND was ill so who else was there to baby him? Exactly. A Marathon Weekend. So. Much. Fun. (except the sick part).

This weekend was another "marathon-esque weekend." It didn't span as many days - but it was still a "(mostly) all day togetherness" for several super days of fun activities in a row. Okay - maybe it was a half-marathon weekend, the days being fewer. Never the less, this is what we did: 

Friday, after fighting Internet pornography and realizing activism could be a part time job, thus perused a variety of other job options I could adopt during the day, I went and bought a dress at Banana then, drove to SLC (the boy already being there)  and hung at the boy's house, with the boy's fam, in the boy's Aves (I just thought I'd stick with the possesive pattern). The meal was catered by Bombay House (Mmm), and accompanied by enjoyable company and good conversation. The boy's fam is friends with really interesting people. The folks his 'rents had over this weekend were from San Fran, but originally met up in Malaysia, both of their families being there for a time. Neither are Malaysian (right Cliff?) but both are extremely nice, very interesting people. Anyone who knows me is aware of my heart-felt belief that I was supposed to be British. The British with their innate sense of propriety, their cleverness, their dashingly handsome men, their Queen, their barble and squeak...oh yes I could go on. That said (and said and said), one of the guests was quite British-like, mentioned that he'd served in the Royal Forces (I know!) AND, AND his family was involved with a Tea Company in Malaysia. Very, VERY, particularly awesome to me. I stayed at Cliff's that night, and on Saturday morning...

We ate at Eggs in the City. DELICIOUS "side-joint" in SLC (about 13th So and 17th East). I needed to mention the addy because, well, we drove around for about 15min looking for it (I thought it was on 15th and 15th...ish). But once we found it (via text a la Ryan) - life was good. Mmmm. Usually, you will wait close to 45min to be seated on a hopping Sat morning, BUT, DO NOT DISMAY. It is incredibly worth it AND, our patience won us a booth. So there you have it. Visit Eggs in the City on 13th and 17th, not 15th and 15th, and enjoy the scenery (a lot of hippies and random SLC characters of interest - one of which being a waitress covered head to toe in the most vibrant, "era-inspired" tattoos you can think of. Example: Pin up girls on both calfs (calves?), shiny red cadillac on forearm, and Van Goughs "Starry Night" covering shoulder. Top her off with bleached blonde hair, punk inspired tank tops and skirts, and a nose stud. Super cool) amazing French Toast (their specialty) AND, come to find out, incredible Eggs Benedict. I remember always hearing about eggs benedict, reading about it, but I've never considered having it, mostly because I had no idea what it was...or rather, no idea what hollandaise sauce was. I'm not a huge risk taker with food, although I will try anything so long as I didn't pay for it and it's just a sampling (I don't want to commit). I absolutely HATE ordering wrong - especially if I'm hungry - which for breakfast I usually am. Cliff got the eggs benedict though and it was an unexpected explosion of pleasure in my mouth when I tried it. I am happy I have discovered this breakfasty delight. The rest of the day, Nik and I went shop shop shopping. She had to get work attire and I just tagged along (and by tagging along I mean I bought some earrings and a couple new rings). Cliff, being a responsible law student, did "homework (I put it in half quotes because I think he slept through half of homework time and then did homework the other half). When the shopping was shopped and the homeworks somewhat done-did, we entered into the second leg of the half-marathon weekend...

The Ballet. I know...I know. The (wonderful, cute, sweet...in manly ways) boy got tickets to Cinderella. And let me tell you, he LIKES the Ballet too. He doesn't watch nor really like football (which is fine - I only really like College Ball anyway), BUT he likes the Ballet (the symphony, the opera, plays....) so, I'd much rather have a man who 1. takes me to things like the Ballet AND enjoys them, vs. one who falls into football comatose for however many months each year...only to lapse into basketball and baseball comatose until football comatose sets in again. Sigh. Although, he did mention he'd rather go to a mediocre ballet than the UofU vs BYU football game and I have to admit (depending on the U's season - and even then no one can predict this game) I'd go to THAT particular football game over a good ballet. I mean come on Cliff, you can get ballet tickets any other day yes? It's the U vs BYU game!! He's a BYU boy though (should he HAVE to pick one) soooo, I can't blame him for being less than interested in his team. Snicker. Snap! We went to the Ballet. I wore a new dress. The boy looked dashingly handsome AS usual. And we both mentioned later how the star male ballerina (which he called ballerino to make it masculine) seemed to be....er...more abudantly equipped (endowed) compared to every other male dancer in the performance; the Jester being 2nd runner up (oh come on! They wear TIGHTS! You HAVE to look). We wondered if that was a requirement for being the star...or perhaps the deciding factor? Ha ha. Oh dear...moving right along. The Ballet was very well done. The music was genius and I was in awe of two things: the costumes, and how effortlessly the male dancers picked up and pranced around with the female dancers. They made it look so beautiful and so natural. We ended the evening with some Hires Big H. That's right!!! I love those little joints - and it's a nice equalizer to such a cultural event: ballet supplemented with tuna and cheese sandwich, fries, and a (get this - Cliff's Dads creation) caffeine free (it was late), Diet Coke with cherry...mmm. I slept at Cliff's again, and we ventured home early Sabbath morning to the hell...er...land that is Provo. 

Sunday included worshipping at our various meetings of...er...worship. We then wrapped up the Half-Marathon weekend with a meal provided by myself and company (white bean chili (moi) and biscuits a la Brooke), with a lovely, tarty lemon bar enjoyment for dessert (from a box - I wasn't too dessert ambitious), and a night of star studded Oscar awards. The only movie I was interested in that was nominated was Juno (that sentence struggled) - and it won for Best Screenplay, so I was happy. All the rest I've not, and will likely not, see - but Cliff seemed pleased with the results while constantly exclaiming "DAH! I need to SEE that! GR!" everytime "There Will be Blood" was mentioned, awarded, and hinted at. On that note - Daniel Day Lewis did win the Oscar for best actor. Should you have missed the show - the results (you care about) are here. Oh, it's also needful to note the writing was terrible. I guess the writers have been on break too long. J. Stewart was a decent host, and had some pretty funny comments, those being his own comments and not the scripted ones most likely. Another note, Helen Mirren, the infamous British actress most recently seen in The Queen (for which she won Best Actress last year - brilliantly done) and National Treasure 2 (a failure), has incredible breasts. No really. The ONLY reason to see National Treasure 2 is to witness what a great chest this woman has; taking into account they are REAL, and she's like 60 something!! I couldn't get over it. THEN! seeing her at the Oscars looking just a buxomly hot was amazing. I told Cliff about her breasts in National Treasure 2 (as the only redeeming part of the film) thus, when she appeared on TV during the Oscars I said "Quick! Look at her boobs! Look!!" To which he mentioned he didn't think he'd ever dated anyone who asked him to look at breasts before. Ha. Well at least I'm unique (and really - if you didn't catch on - Helen Mirren has fantastic breasts).

There you have it. Another winning half-marathon weekend. I'm going to saver the fun we had because the boy has a dasterdly evil assignment due next Monday and thus, being the smart responsible (OCD) law student he is, will likely be consumed by it the majority of this week - and likely the weekend. :( BUT - at least I have the memories...oh, and a Wasatch Back Relay to train for. Hmm. Another marathon weekend after all it seems - but not even close to my favorite kind.

4 comments:

Crowther said...

you know there are just so many things to comment on in here. First I must say that I like the possessive pattern but I am really tooo much of a fan of anaphors and C-commanding to really enjoy said pattern. (ok so there's my nerdiness coming out). Anyway I have to say that I am a big fan of people checking out ballet dancers crotches. It just never loses its hilarious appeal. and plus there is always one that is more than developed than the others but as with boobs there is always someone with a bigger set. ;) Now I would have to say that the best thing about this post is how you capped it off,because not only did you talk about male anatomy but you talk about great breasts. And on top of that 60 year old woman boobies aaaaahhhhh. Nothing cuts to the core of me like a BEAUTIFUL pair of 60 year old boobies. Thanks for that. We don't salute older Boobs as much as we should.

heidikins said...

Porn, penises and boobs... daaang girl! Is this the right blog?

Oh wait, funny asides, great restaurant, BYU smackdown... yep, it's Ms. Hester alright.

xox

Hester said...

Gasp! I didn't say the "man word" though!! Goodness Miss Heidikins!

Riot said...

So i totally voted...