I've put off writing anything real for quite a while now. I'm putting off a lot of things lately (namely homework), so it's hard to do anything I want or need to do when I know that I constantly need to do homework, and no matter how much of that I accomplish, there will always be more. Story of my life right now.
So this weekend marks the third one in a row where I've meant to buckle down and get serious about reading and doing the problems associated with my chosen courses, yet instead I've made plans to enjoy myself. What is wrong with me, right? Kind of sad that so much didn't happen this summer when I could have done these things, instead of now when I have no time. Not that I didn't enjoy relaxing and playing tennis mind. Anyway, my niece is getting married this Saturday, which is tomorrow. I can't do anything about that, but that's not till later and I did make extensive plans for the day time, which I definitely could have helped. Sheidi told me about this Brazilian Festival and Indian Festival, both taking place on Saturday and apparently similar to the Greek Festival, and both held within a pretty close proximity to the wedding I'm attending. I can't say no to food, so we're hitting both of them, along with some other friends from work hopefully (No I'm not hitting co-workers). The Greek Festival was pretty awesome last Saturday. You can't not love the music and dancing going on around you when it's so eccentric, compared to what you're used to. Apparently my old supervisor Mr. Lax's children were dancing there. His wife is Greek, and he bribed his son to do it--not surprising it took that for a 15 year old boy when a silly costume was involved. But the important thing is that I got my baklava fix. I also ate spitted lamb, which was the most amazing thing ever, along with some other deserts.
That same day I went rock climbing with Aaron, Clark, and Brett. On an actual rock. That was kind of a big deal for me, because I've never gone rock climbing on an actual mountain not made of plastic before. Clark belayed (?) while Aaron climbed up like freaking Spider Man to set the little loop things and rope (I know, my knowledge of rock climbing jargon is astounding). Brett went up next. Clark and I just stood there for the most part and he told me about his Ballroom dancing tournament in Vegas. He also struck random poses, which were oh so Clark, and made me laugh. Sadly he never got to climb. It started to get pretty overcast, which happens when you plan a rock climbing excursion at 2 am the night before (which is technically that day, but you know what I mean). I was half way up the rock face when it started to sprinkle--we're talking the big fat drops that happen when it's a hot day, and incidentally my favorite kind of rain. Then suddenly it was pouring. I kind of just kept going, till lightning happened of course, then I went down. But it was so cool being right there hugging a mountain during a rain storm. I'm a firm believer that rain smells so good because wet rocks and dirt smell so good. And no, wet dirt and mud are not the same thing. I totally licked rocks as a child. But anyway, the mountain smelled really good from where I was. Afterwards we went back to Brett's house and ate all of his icecream and cookies, then later that night, once I got back to Salt Lake, I went to this bonfire with some friends. Actually, we spent 2 hours trying to find Little Cottonwood Canyon, and once we found that and the actual campsite we spent about an hour more trying to find our particular bonfire. There were a lot of them happening there, but most of the other ones had booz and marijuana as well, I'm pretty sure. By the time we actually found the thing we were so tired that we didn't spend all that long at the actual bonfire. And considering I had work the next morning, I couldn't exactly lament that fact.
Other goings on this weekend: the guys I went rock climbing with are going on a camping/hiking/rock climbing excursion this weekend. I didn't feel like typing out names again, but it feels weird to have not done so. Anyway, the point is that I can not go. The wedding this weekend is a family thing, and thus obligatory, so that's the only reason why I'm going to these festivals and not Southern Utah, which I think is where it is. But I still want to go Splunking Aaron, so let me know if there are any more opportunities to brush up on my almost non-existent rock climbing techniques in the immediate future. Also, WJJ is going to a gun show this weekend. He offered me an invite after he called to get my address for a certain someone's wedding announcement, and I answered and simultaneously hung up on him in my Institute class (I could not figure out how to turn off the ring, and it was becoming increasingly more embarrassing by the moment, disrupting the class in such a way, so I did the only thing I could think of). But if anyone wants to witness WJ getting excited about shooting things, give him a call--I'm sure he'd appreciate making a spectacle of himself all the more the greater the number of people involved.
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I completely agree with rain and dirt being one of the best smells. That smell is even stronger in NM because of the rarity of a good rainstorm.
We went to the Greek festival too, but took one look at the food line and left. We ate at Yanni's instead. The pita bread was great, the baklava was lacking compared to what we had in London. That was the best baklava.
That's why you don't get the food inside the church. You get the food on the outskirts of the festival, which have barely any lines and are essentially the same foods, only better.
That was some good baklava.
Thanks for inviting us to all the places you go to. I see how it is. I am not joking anymore. I meant all those things I said earlier in my text.
I concur.
I am sad about not getting invited too:(.
You guys didn't invite me to your Moulin Rouge party. Nor do you invite me anywhere now that I'm in SL. And I don't plan the things, I get invited myself. I actually don't do all that much either; if I do it's spur of the moment, and I really should be doing homework instead. Actually, most of the things I'm doing directly to avoid homework. But that has to stop.
Stop whining FK; you were totally invited rock climbing. The bonfire was not all that great, was completely spur of the moment, and was with work friends. The Greek Festival was also with a friend from work, and you're free to go to any festivals with me you'd like from this point forward. I just seem to find out about them right as they're happening.
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