Weekend rundown
The last few days were spent in the company of friends. What could be better? Yeah, I can’t think of anything either. Here’s a glimpse at where the weekend took me …
Edwards 21. It was my aunt’s 60th birthday – like a month ago – and let’s just say it hasn’t been her favorite milestone. But by Jove, my mom and I were determined to take her out and have some fun! After endless torment, she finally relented. Lunch and a movie. That was the deal. So off we went … and what better film than “Up” to lift the spirits, right? As my aunt planted her face in her hands, in tears, we thought perhaps we had misjudged. Thankfully, by the end she was gushing that it must be the greatest feel good movie of the year! PHEW! Oh, and for the record, I may be the only person who cried at Die Hard, but such was not the case with this movie. As a matter of fact, I found out yesterday that a friend’s friend – a teenage boy no less – cried. So. There.
Idaho Fry Company. Oh yes, a group of friends and I visited the infamous Idaho Fry Company (Soon-to-be-Something-Else Company because the Idaho Potato Commission is a group of morons – Oooh, did I say that out loud?! Whoopsie – my bad!) After scarfing a burg and yam fries I have but this to say: LOVE! So good … soooooo good! I also tried the purple fries and the shoestring fries – which were like a party in a spud. And the artwork – was it a frog or an alien? – I haven’t a clue, but it was a lot of fun! And I said so – aloud – several times – though no one paid me any mind. Needless to say, if you haven’t paid a visit to the Idaho Fry Company, you must. And while you’re at it, peruse their website. It’s some good times …
Esther Simplot Performing Arts Academy. Our little Noah is all grown up. Sigh. And now I’m saying things that old people … really old people … use to say about me. [SOB!!!] But I digress. So yesterday was his graduation celebration. As he and his friends performed, I kept thinking of when he was this little boy who played this huge cello. See? There I go again! It was good music, followed by good food and good friends. The only downside was my shoes. My shoes killed my feet. When I got home, and plied them off my mutilated extremities, I had shooting pains running through my toes and up my ankle. Something tells me this is not a good sign. Pity, as they are cuter than ever – I may have to relegate them to decoration …