the happiest of weekends.

If think back to all the weekends I've lived in 2011, this weekend was my #1 favorite so far.

Friday:
Friday was super rainy. People at work were saying, "it literally is raining cats and dogs!" so when I heard this, I left my desk at once, ran outside to see. Sadly, it was only raining raindrops, not cats and dogs. People really need to relearn what LITERALLY means.
I was supposed to go to a free outdoor concert but since it was "raining cats and dogs" I went home and had Mike, Tyler and Scott over. We went to a place that had breathtaking Philly cheese-steak sandwiches. I wanted to do something dramatic to show how much I loved the sandwich, but the only thing I could think of was... to keep eating it.
After the sandwich eating went down, we went to the store and got the most childish combination of purchases. The purchases uncluded:
1. Silly string.
2. Punch balloons ( balloons that have rubber bands so you can just punch it back and forth with yourself ).
3. Toblerone candy bar.
After being attacked by the newly purchased silly string, we ended up back at my apartment where we decided to see how long we could hit the balloons to each other without letting the balloon land on the floor. Our longest record was six minutes and fourty seconds. Our shortest record was two seconds. The game got so intense that I now have three bruises on my leg and Mike had a cut on his shoulder. It's not a good weekend unless you get a bruise or a cut.

Saturday:
Saturday was fully consumed by college football, obviously. It was the rivalry game between UTAH and BYU also known as The Holy War. (read about it here) We went down to Provo in all red to witness the game. The final score was Utah-54 BYU-10 So yeah, we spent a great deal celebrating and my voice is basically destroyed from cheering.

Sunday:
I bought a food chopper thing at the store so I can make homemade salsa. Note to self: DON'T USE ONE ENTIRE JALAPENO PEPPER. I think I'm slowly making progress on the road to being a great cook.

photo of the day #102

Me oh my! Now this is how musical chairs should be played! If your game of musical chairs isn't this intense, you aren't playing it right.

killing time can be fun

So I have this friend and her name is Kylee. I was with her, along with some other friends over the weekend and she made up this fantastic game while we were waiting for 10pm to come.

Now, before I share this truly wonderful game of hers, I will share why were all waiting for 10pm to come.

We were at this fine pizza joint a few blocks from my apartment, The Pie. If you live in Utah, go to it now. No, no, no, that thing you have to do can wait, Reader. Finish doing that thing later and go to the Pie now. You will probably see me there with a mouth full of pizza and writing my name on the wall, because you can write on the walls there. But you can't write on the railings outside. They frown upon that. And will shout at you to stop as they are sternly pointing in the other direction hinting that you should probably leave now.

So there we were, downstairs at the Pie, eating our cheese pull-a-parts & BBQ chicken Pizza, people watching and sweating. Yes, sweating. It surely gets hot down there and eating pizza while simultaneously people watching is tiring. I was especially hot because I was the one who had to go to the little window thingy to get our food, not one, not two, not three but FOUR times. Curse me for choosing the seat that has the easiest access to get maneuver out of. And curse me again for forgetting to pick up some plates. And again for forgetting the silverware.

6:22pm Lisa: “I have to go this girl’s birthday party that I work with. I told her I would go. We will go in, say hi, and then leave.”

6:22pm Everyone else: “What time is it at?”

6:23pm Lisa: “Like ten. It’s at the Metropolitan.”

We had one whole pizza left, minus one piece. I was challenged (by myself) to eat the rest of it, if someone would reward me handsomely. However, none of the offers were impressive or tempting, so I said no the pizza eating challenge.

At about 7:39pm everyone had enough of the pizza eating and people watching shinnangans and we left to Cami’s house. And that’s where the game was made up to kill. Kill some time that is. Since we are all 21-23 year olds, we all desperately just wanted to crawl into our beds and sleep off the pizza but felt lame for admitting that at our age, so we all forced ourselves to stay there and have fun and laugh and act young and lively, even if it hurt.

8:00pm Kylee: I have a game we can play. It’s called Whose Got It? Everyone grab your purse.

8:00pm Everyone else: HOORAY! *a very tired and very, very forced hooray*

8:01pm Kylee: I am going to call out something and the first person to bring it out of your purse, wins.

I’m not going to take the time and list of everything that she called, and also for legal reasons, but I will tell you the items that my purse obtained that won me the game:

1. Something you can start a fire with.
2. Something that can be worn on your feet.
3. a receipt from a gas station.
4. Something green.
5. Something with my last name on it.
6. a hockey ticket.
7. a written note.

After what seemed like hours of playing that game….

Me: "What time is it?" I asked hopefully expecting to hear at least 9:45pm.

Cami: "8:50pm" said Cami, sounding awfully disappointed herself.

Everyone else: "GAAHH!!! WAAHH!!!" said the rest of us through our groans and wimpers... and tears.

What the hell we were going to do for another hour and ten minutes?? Don’t know how we managed but 10pm finally came and we were walking around downtown looking for the Metropolitan.

10:01pm THE METROPOLITAN HAS BEEN SPOTTED!!

10:03pm Once we spotted it, we went in and all dove for a secluded, lonely table. I sat at the table admiring my friends and felt thankful I have friends that are as just as antisocial as I am.

10:05pm Realized I was sitting there smiling at them and probably making them uncomfortable since I was silently admiring them and their antisocial habits. The only thing that was missing was sentimental music.

10:07pm Okay, we can go.

When I got home that night, I loaded my purse full of objects for the next time we are killing time and playing Whose got it? Everyone should prepare to lose when she calls out toaster or blender! 

Muwahaha!!!