One Last Hurrah!

I don't understand it, but it's Utah college culture that as soon as someone moves out of your ward (like even down the road to a different apartment complex), then they're dead to you. At first you try to call them and invite them to various activities, but eventually the calls are too sporadic and the person has already made too many other friends in their new ward to want to come back to their old ward. And like I said, that's just when you move down the street. So now that George is starting grad school up at the U and is moving to Salt Lake, I'm guaranteed to never see him again.

Most of the time when George and I hang out, it's usually just a movie after he gets off from work. Every now and again it's dinner too, but rarely do we ever go out and do something cool. And most of the time that we hang out, George is just a big booger to me. So I figured that he owed it to me to show me a really fun time our last night out together.

I really need to stop planning trips home around him. I left a day or two earlier from home the last time I came down so that I could go to the rodeo with him, and we all know how that ended (with him going to Vegas instead). And now, I decided not to leave for home until Saturday because George has Thursday and Friday off and I figured he could spend them with me. That was our initial plan, until George started whining. I figured that I wanted him to enjoy our last night too, so I told him we could just hang out Friday and he could do his cleaning checks and whatever crap he had going on on Thursday. Now, if I had thought about this a little better, I should have hung out with him on Thursday and gone home Friday, but that idea didn't pop into my head til it was too late. Alright, since I let him do his other crap on Thursday, he said he would clear his whole Friday for me. He lied!!! Thursday night he told me that he would be free after 1. Then he didn't actually come to get me until 2:30pm

I'm not going to lie, I was pretty ticked at him. He always pulls crap like this (sorry, I'm using that "c" word alot in this post). I'll be really excited to hang out with him, and he'll be SOOO disinterested that it makes me grumpy. And believe me, I was grumpy when he came to get me! He starts talking, telling me all about his busy life, completely oblivious at how much of a brat I'm being by NOT enjoying his company.

Luckily after we stopped off to get gas and head out to our activity, I remembered that I do actually enjoy spending time with him, and that even though he always pulls stunts to annoy me, I always end up giving in and completely forgetting what upset me. So, first on our agenda, Color Me Mine. It's a cute little shop where you pick out a piece of ceramic, paint it with glaze, they fire it, and you pick it up a couple days later (not really the best activity for a last night together because it's not ready right away, but he can drop it off with one of my roommates- he'll like that :o) I picked out a cup and was trying to make it fit into my rain forest theme so I could put it in my classroom. Like with all art and crafts type stuff, I had a really cute picture in my head, but it didn't turn out that way at all. I started out really well, but then George finished his nasty beast of a cup before I did so I was trying to hurry mine up. As I knew it would, it looks crummy. Oh well, if I put it in the classroom and tell the kids I made it, they'll praise it and make me feel better about my lack of artistic abilities :o) Yeah, so our cups will be done on Tuesday, so I'll have to call him on Wednesday and remind him to pick it up and drop mine off at my apartment. (I honestly wonder if I'll ever see that again.)

Our next stop was to go to Salt Lake. It was my idea to eat at the Melting Pot up in Salt Lake. I'd heard a bunch of people talk about it and I'd never been, and I knew he liked it and had taken other female friends up there before so I was okay asking him to take me. At the time we were leaving Provo, we would arrive in Salt Lake before the place actually opened so we decided that we would go check out Georgie's new apartment. It was then that he realized that his apartment keys were at Alicia's house. He was house sitting for her family last week and for some reason he's still been there even though they're home (I think he likes the bigger bed). So we went by her place to look for them. He tried calling her, but she wasn't home so we called her mom to get the code to the garage and we let ourselves in and found Alicia sleeping on the couch. George and Alicia looked around the house for a while (while I played with Maggie- the dog) but to no avail. George told me there was nothing to see anyway because it's an unfurnished apartment and we drove off. He was still perplexed about where in the world they could be when he thought of one more place. Right as we got onto the freeway, Alicia found the keys and we did a quick turn around to go and grab them.

We got back on the freeway and drove up to Salt Lake. I'm not really a quiet person, but in big groups I shut off, and for some reason, sometimes I also shut down around George. I was worried that the drive to Salt Lake would be pretty dull with George doing all the talking, but I held my own this time. We got up to his apartment, looked at the tiny kitchen (which is perfect size for him seeing as he doesn't cook), saw the nice dining/living room which has boxes of unbuilt furniture fresh from IKEA, went and saw his bedroom and he pointed out where his king size bed is going to be and how he still has room for other stuff to fit in there too. It's a pretty nice place, and he's excited about it and I'm excited for him too.

We drove past the University of Utah Campas and he got all excited about that too. But no time to stop, we had to get to the Melting Pot. Before we left Provo George asked if he should call and make reservations. For some reason he decided against it. Bad idea!!! We went and they said it would be an hour and a half wait. They took our number in case it was going to be less than that and we headed out to explore down town Salt Lake. We walked over to a little park area and were confused by the giant rock that was poised on top of the pillar with poles all around it. We had some theories about what it was, but no way to test them out. We sat down on a bench and mocked the wedding reception that was happening. We were wondering why anyone would choose to have their reception there. It was just some random, open to the public, spot in Salt Lake. It's not like it was even that pretty. Sitting doing nothing got old for me real quick so I asked George how far away the temple was and which direction. He decided that it was just a block or two away so we walked up to the temple. We didn't spend very long there. We checked out the inside of the tabernacle (they were getting ready for a Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert), walked past the temple, and headed back. By the time we had made it back, it had been an hour. We went in hoping that they could seat us earlier than they had thought. Nope. We walked back outside. We walked across the street and just sat down on a big planter box. We spent the next half hour checking out the cars that drove past us. That and making fun of the security guard who took his job VERY seriously. Yeah, we're both terrible people who will make fun of anyone. That's why we get along so well, because we just spend our time together making fun of each other.

After half an hour, they still hadn't called us and George decided that we should go in and sit down on their benches because, "Out of sight, out of mind, and we're not going to be out of sight." It worked. We walked in and they sat us within two minutes. The first thing we did when we sat down was down our waters. We were so thirsty after walking around in the hot sun and waiting for an hour and a half. The meal started out with the Swiss cheese fondue with bread, apples, and vegetables to dip in it. I've never really done the fondue thing, so I thought it was fun to get the little fondue forks and dip it in. And it didn't taste half bad either :o) Salads were the next course in the meal. I, of course, got the California salad. The main course was mmmmm...... scrum-didly-umptious. Different though. They bring you out a tray of raw meet and some sauces. You put the meat on your fork, and put the fork in the boiling whatever they brought out (broth stuff) and let the meat cook for 2 minutes or so. I was so full before the food was all gone, and I knew dessert was coming up. But George didn't let me stop. I put in one last meat and one last bite of lobster tail and told him he had to finish it up because there was no way I was eating anything else. He didn't really mind that :o) Last up was the dessert. Mmmmmmmm...... we went with the original chocolate fondue which was milk chocolate with peanut butter. I don't know why there's always room for dessert, but it's true. There were all different kinds of things on the dessert plate. Strawberries, bananas, marshmallows, cheesecake, and brownies. The first thing I grabbed was a brownie. George warned me that they were super rich, so I asked if that meant that I didn't need much chocolate on it. He said, "no, I'm still going to drench mine like it's on fire, I'm just warning you." The check came and I accidentally saw the charge. Wow... let's just say that I'm not a cheap date!

We headed back to Provo and to Blockbuster to pick up "A Goofy Movie." One of my favorite games is to play "Name that Disney movie" it's played like this: I do a terrible job humming a song from a Disney movie, and the other person is supposed to guess the movie. Well, last time I played, I started humming Powerline. I was so impressed when George got the movie right, just to find out that it was his favorite movie growing up. He refused to sing "On the Open Road" for me then, but said that we could rent the movie and have a sing-a-long if I wanted. He was probably joking, but I made him keep his promise. Unfortunately it was so late by time we got home that we didn't even make it through too much of the movie before it was time to head out because it was for sure bed time. That's why the day was not supposed to start at 2:30 pm!!!!!

As most adventures with George go, it started off pretty rocky because he'd gone and pissed me off, but we ended off having a pretty good ole time.