I don't even know how to begin documenting this wild night. It started out with a trip to Deseret Book. That is fairly normal. Then Nona and I went in search of food. We were hoping for a cheapo hole in the wall. The obscure little restaurant that no one really knows about. Which turned our thoughts to The Crepery or the like. Little did we know that big to do's were happening on that side of town. We found ourselves in a sticky situation with little car access and lots of pedestrians. The stress and heat got to us. We panicked and parked.
Our tummy's yelled crepes and we obeyed. The Crepery is yummo and cute and that's how I feel about that. Once the rumbling had ceased we decided to head next door to the most adorable shop. And in this shop were the most adorable trinkets and treasures from around the globe. We found a little bicycle toy that when you pushed it and the wheels moved, the little man's feet peddled. That was maybe the worst description but I wanted to own it badly.
Remember when I told you about the to do? It was still to doing when we left the shop. We walked around and checked it out. It was a little street fair in honor of the Tour de Logan as I chose to call it. Except the Tour de Logan is actually a bike race starting in Logan and ending in Jackson Hole all in one day. 206 miles and 3 states. That is dedicated biking. Now I may not have the biking desire, but I was happy that the race brought a fun little fair to my town. We walked around the booths and bought Brazilian lemonade for $1.60 from 3 precious youngsters. (They didn't know how to break my five, so they had to ask how much change they owed me. Cute.)
With full tummy's and Brazilian beverages, we were happy campers. We made our way to Blue Light to visit 'the boys' because Dallin and I had clearly made hanging out plans at RIL, but the silly boy wasn't even home! Until he was and we played Worst Case Scenario until Cameron and Dallin decided to remove the 3 dead fish from the tank. I am no fan of fish, but apparently Jeff thinks having a fish tank attracts the ladies. Dallin slipped a little getting out one of the slimy dead guys and he flipped onto the carpet. It got pretty exciting for a second. I think I am going to have to inform Jeff that his fish owning habit, hobbit, hobby has gone too far. Sometimes when I get excited I can't speak well. And that flying fish sure got me excited.
My oh my dear friends, I am typing in my slumber! Talented am I. My social activity sure wore me out. The best is yet to come. Check back with me later to hear about prairie dogs feeding ducks, Twizzleberry, paper boats, a moonlit hike and Boy Meets World :)
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