Four weeks ago today was my… ahem… 25th birthday. I know I’ve been saying I’d blog about it but between school and there not being all that much to tell, I haven’t gotten around to it until now.
1. EVENT ONE: Breakfast at Kneader’s. I had only vaguely realized that they served breakfast, as I had always thought of it as a sandwich place. The restaurant was packed, though, so apparently I am the only one in Utah who thought it was some sort of secret that they were open for breakfast. I got the French toast; Marcus got a raspberry danish. And as soon as my french toast arrived at the table, with its crispy goodness, and served with buttery maple syrup and fresh whipped cream and strawberries, Marcus envied my choice. I would have envied it, too. But after eating a piece and a half I was satisfied, and in my infinite generosity, I “shared” the rest of my breakfast with Marcus.
2. EVENT TWO: A present. When we got home I opened a present from Marcus — a cute, black and white hound’s tooth purse. Then we napped and watched TV. Then I showered and got dressed.
3. EVENT THREE: Lunch at Carrabba’s. Carrabba’s is without a doubt the best chain-restaurant Italian food I’ve ever had. There is only one in the entire state of Utah, and none in California. So driving down to Orem for chicken marsala and cavatappi ameritriciana is a real treat. The Caesar salad is excellent, too.
4. EVENT FOUR: 3:00. All day, Marcus had been saying, “We have to be home by 3:00. We can do anything and go anywhere, as long as we’re home by 3:00.” He wouldn’t tell me anything about what was special about 3:00, so I figured that at 3:00 Marcus was either a) turning into a pumpkin, or b) having something delivered for me. Flowers, I assumed. At four something, the doorbell rang, and Marcus rushed to answer it. I heard Marcus say, “Just bring it right in here.” The dude at the door said something like, “All right, we’ll be back in a minute.” At this point, I knew it wasn’t flowers being delivered, so I thought maybe it was furniture. But what furniture? A few months ago Marcus and I admired a dining table at some furniture place somewhere, and our dining room has been sitting empty since we moved in, so I decided it was a dining room table being delivered.
But no! I had forgotten that, also months ago, I had admired a cool chair at some furniture store in Provo. “I love this chair,” I had said. “Seriously. I love it,” I repeated. And now, here were two of them being delivered to our almost-as-empty-as-the-dining-room living room!
Neat!
5. EVENT FIVE: A Movie. We decided to see the generally positively reviewed The Crazies. It’s a movie about a small town of people whose contaminated drinking water turns them into homicidal maniacs. It was delightful.
6. EVENT SIX: Since we skipped dinner in favor of a movie, we got ice cream at Cold Stone afterward. Marcus and I disagreed on whether the kid who rang up our ice creams looked like a 16-year-old Jason Segel (my opinion) or a 16-year-old Judge Reinhold (Marcus’ opinion).
VS.
7. EVENT SEVEN: Retrieving My Flowers. While we were at Carrabba’s, a flower delivery had been attempted. Somehow, though, we didn’t notice the florist’s note on our door until shortly before we were headed to the movie. The note said that the flowers had been left with our neighbors across the street. Marcus and I had not met those neighbors. There had been an elderly couple living there, but they moved out a while ago leaving a “For Rent” sign in their front yard. Since then, renters had moved in, but we never saw them. Anyway, Marcus headed across the street and rang the bell, as I spied from our living room window. No answer. So we did the movie and ice cream, and when we got home, we tried again. This time, we both went over. We rang the bell and immediately heard barking. Then a guy answered the door and introduced himself as Benji. Benji was bald and bespectacled and wore a tunic and a beaded necklace. You don’t see too many tunic-wearing men in Utah County, and you don’t meet too many humans named Benji. But Benji was very nice and gave us our flowers (thanks, Sam!) and we walked home. It occurred to me later that while we had heard barking behind the door, we never saw an actual dog. And the guy who answered the door was named Benji, so… hmm.
Unfortunately, I didn’t take this pic until a few days later, so you can’t tell how fresh and pretty Sam’s flowers were.
8. EVENT EIGHT: More gifts. Other gifts arrived both before and after my actual birthday. Jewelry from Mom and Dad; a DVD and CD from Chris; a Bed, Bath, and Beyond gift card from Merlyn; a cookbook, bread pan, and homemade brownies from Megan and her family; and a little something from Grandma Price. Thanks, everybody!
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