On Saturday Abe and I enjoyed sleeping in before checking out of the hotel. I almost left it at that, but this is my blog and since I don’t have any way of knowing whether anyone actually reads it, I assume for the most part I am writing to my most curious, family-history-loving posterity after I am dead. You should be rewarded for this kind of effort.
So in the spirit of writing to you from the protection of the grave, and to throw a fascinating, quite-possibly-disgusting-but-sure-to be-interesting anecdote into this daily log blog–as the most bizarre thank you, Posterity Dear, for taking the time to read this far–and finally, as a nod to the tell-all aspect of the current zeitgeist of my times:
Sleeping in is really a vague reference to having sex three times and doing one session of orgasmic meditation. This basically completely changed the chemistry in my brain for the rest of the day. I spent the whole morning grinning from ear to ear, suppressing the urge to skip everywhere and actively feeling like my heart was levitating up out of my body, which also happened to feel like it was filled with butterflies and rainbows. Abe just finished reading the book, Slow Sex, and the author believes that sex should give you energy rather than give you a release for energy. After he applied the book this morning, I have to say I am a fan of this philosophy and highly recommend it to all. Orgasmic meditation for the win.
All of that.
I forgot to pack walking shoes, and since it turns out I couldn’t actually walk in the shoes I wore to the Qualtrics party, the first thing we did was drive to Main Street and walk/hobble to a store in City Creek to buy shoes. I love City Creek, and Abe is the best friend imaginable for outings. He’s fun, funny, adventurous and insanely affirming. By the time we were done shopping for shoes, he was admiring how well our outfits matched. (For anyone who knows me, I have a nerdy LOVE of matching, so having him notice and care that we were matching made me very, very happy.)
In my new, walkable footwear, we walked to Siegfried’s, the German market. It smelled like Europe, and we bought sauerkraut and the BEST slice of biesenstitch cake–maybe on the planet?? It was, at the very least, leagues above the the biesenstitch I bought at the Christkindlmarkt.
Then we checked out the restaurant at the Hotel Monaco because Abe eats there with clients and wanted me to see it. We felt like giddy tourists just exploring as we walked.
Then we went to Mollie and Ollie’s to split an acai bowl while cuddling on the couch. There were cute stuffed gnomes everywhere that made us smile. (Thus far we hadn’t actually eaten anything that we’d bought because we were planning on bringing it all home, so by the time we split the acai bowl, we were starving.)
Then we walked over to Eva’s Boulangerie and bought some pastries and a baguette before popping next door to the ring shop and taking a picture of Clark and Swathi’s photo on the wall. (Clark had Swathi’s ring made there.)
After our acai bowl, we jumped in the car and headed to 9th and 9th, a cute little corner in Salt Lake. We ate our first official meal at Mazza, a Middle Eastern restaurant.
Afterward we explored the gelato shop next door before heading over to my favorite store in the world, The Children’s Hour. We should have taken pictures but basically we were too busy swooning over everything. In the words of the lady behind me in line: “It’s overwhelming and I want to buy it all.” That’s about exactly how I felt.
By that time, I was basically over the moon with my giddy, happy feelings and couldn’t take any more joy. Which is great because then it was time to drive home.
Ha! Make of that what you will!!
No, honestly, coming home was still fun. We picked up Mary from a birthday party en-route, and she was extremely overjoyed with all of the fun she had just had at the Harry Potter birthday party. The Freestones had taken all of our kids to the ward Christmas breakfast party right before that, so Mary had two parties on Saturday.
Then we came home and discovered Lydia pulling Ammon behind her in a “Santa’s sleigh” they had created with their afternoon babysitter, Charissa.
We also completely forgot we were supposed to go to the Crofts’ cookie party this night. Darn. We love cookies, Crofts, and Croft cookies, but I guess considering Abe and I could barely peel ourselves off of the couch to put the kids to bed, I don’t think we could have handled a cookie party.