Serenity Now

We all hate Mondays, don’t we, Professor?

Two cat pictures in a row? Oops.

My cousin was in the area for business and luckily we had a chance to meet up for dinner. We took him to our favorite sushi restaurant, him being a sushi lover. At the end of the evening he told us it was the best sushi he’s had. Chalk one up for our little town.

Janet texted us awhile back to let us know that Jerry Seinfeld was coming to Salt Lake City and she had just bought tickets. We bought ours within the next three minutes and have been so excited ever since, even though it’s only been a year since we saw him last. On the drive down I was reading my current book and kept exclaiming at various intervals “This book is so good.” We pulled up to the restaurant we were meeting at for dinner with only 10 pages in my book to go. So I sadly set it down knowing I would finish as soon as we got back to the car. We met Rob and Janet at Bambara, which we hadn’t tried before and it was delicious. I ordered the Alaskan halibut with shaved asparagus.

Then we went to the main event and he was as good as ever. Which is saying something, really, because he’s been going strong since 1989. Does that make anyone else feel old? That’s when the first episode of Seinfeld came out, nearly 25 years ago. It feels so good to laugh for an extended period of time until all your stomach muscles hurt. I love his humor because he’s basically a philosopher that words things in a humorous way and delivers it with impeccable timing. He did a little Q&A after his set and someone asked what his favorite joke was. If anyone is wondering, Jerry Seinfeld’s favorite joke is:

Two peanuts are walking down the street. One was assaulted.

We had decided we would drive back home straight after the show because we had some things we had to get done at home the next day. As soon as we got to the car I picked up my book to finish and Doug said he would find a Dairy Queen so we could get some ice cream for the ride. Off we went. We got on the freeway and I was closing in on the last few pages. Doug pulled off at the next exit for ice cream. Then something horrible and unexpected happened. It couldn’t be. Oh no! It was. Here I am about to finish this book and the author kills the main character. Dead. So the tears start rolling and I’m reading faster and faster to finish. By now we’re at the DQ parking lot and Doug asks “Go in or drive through?” I mumble something unintelligible and he goes in the line for the drive through. A minute goes by and I throw the book to the ground (car floor) while yelling “I hate that book!” This catches Doug completely off guard and he looks over at me, looks at me for a beat, then “Are you crying?” Me: “Yes, I told you. I hate that book.” Doug: “But you were just saying that you loved it.” Me: Whimper.  Silence.  Me: “She killed her. Everything was going so well and then the author killed her.” Doug: “What kind of ice cream do you want?” Me: Whimper. Doug: “Not twenty minutes ago you were laughing your guts out, now you’re crying your eyes out. That’s a pretty big range of emotion for such a short amount of time.” Me: “HAHAHA! Whimper. Haha! That’s so true! Now where’s my phone? I’ve got to text Vanessa how mad I am that she recommended that book…” Truthfully the book was beautiful and I loved it. On the ride home we threw on an old Jim Gaffigan cd so I was back to laughing my guts out within minutes. Needless to say, I was exhausted by the time we got home.

Who wore it better? Brittney’s expression is priceless.

I planted flowers and herbs all day on Saturday. Here’s some of the fruits of my labor.