Stay Awake; Don't Rest Your Head

All right. I'm going to attempt to write this post quickly, because I am tired, and I am making a four-hour drive tomorrow morning to St. George and should really be sleeping instead of posting on my blog. Oh, well. Since when did I ever do the healthy thing? Just wanted to update about my last week before I get distracted by all the undoubtedly fun things I will do next week.

At dinner (Chili's)

Last Friday night, Esther, Becky, and I headed out to a Marriott hotel in Lehi next to Thanksgiving Point to 1) have a girls' night out, and 2) celebrate Becky's birthday. As a result of this, Becky didn't have to pay for a thing for the entire night. We took her to dinner, where we were served by an extremely friendly waiter, Kevin. He sat right down with us every time he came by the table, and Esther took advantage of his kindness by asking him to find out the score of the Utah game, which he obliged her by so doing. The rest of the evening was spent in swimming (and really enjoying the splash bombs in the pool), gorging ourselves on the television in our hotel room and doing our nails, and sleeping. Those beds were sehr comfortable. I slept very well that night, especially since I got very little sleep the entire week before and we didn't go to bed until about 1:30. -sigh- Busy, busy.

Becky is very threatening with the splash bomb

After Becky and Esther were good girls on Saturday morning by exercising, we helped ourselves to the extremely decent (as in, yummy) continental breakfast, jumped on the beds a little more (teehee), and jetted off for home, where we all had other obligations to return to. Lehi isn't that far away from us or anything, but it was a nice get-away, nonetheless. I went to lunch with my old roommate Eliza, so, as ever, we got to catch up on our lives, and it was great. I can't believe it's been three years since we lived together. Crazy. But good. (not that we don't live together anymore . . . well, okay, it is good because now she's married and that's always good . . . but not "good" in the sense that i couldn't stand living with her or anything . . . i'm stopping now.)

Seriously. Comfortable beds.

It was a pretty normal week this week, just getting through work and having to stay longer than usual to meet deadlines, that sort of thing (good thing about staying long on tuesday--i left work today at 2:10! that's my kind of work day). Also added to the week were the usual grumblings about weird Utah weather and its constant flux. Last week, it was totally warm and lovely. This week: snow. Stupid. Just stupid.

Because we're not allowed to do this at home

Tonight I visited memory lane with my friend Charity, while we delighted in the glory that is Willow. Yes, the things I take pleasure in. We had a good time, though, drawing parallels to Lord of the Rings and knowing exactly which lines we missed by talking over them (because then we would say them ourselves two minutes after they came in the movie) and laughing a ton more than we probably needed to. There are some fabulous lines in that movie. Simply fabulous.

And now I must hie me to my bed (actually, i'm already in bed; i just haven't gone to sleep yet, obviously). Good night, all. And let's hope I don't die in my travels allllllllll alone.

-Me

"Don't knock the weather. If it didn't change once in a while, nine out of ten people couldn't start a conversation." -Kin Hubbard