New Places

I'm just a girl. Running around in my own little bubble, doing my own little things, the same old things, after the same old things, after the same old things. Study, whine about studying, go out to that little place we love on state street where they know what we order because we're geezers like that, snuggle and watch a movie. We're snuggled in our bubble so tightly that we can't even see it's a bubble, like those hamsters in clear little balls that think their running around in the world, free as can be but really their completely confined. It's not a problem. I like it this way. But that's the problem. So Friday night we set out to discover new places and new people. We drove and drove like lost little tourists until we found that new place in need of being conquered. We sat, we ate, we talked with new faces, and it was a breath of fresh air. Even though it was the same thing we do on Friday nights, going somewhere new was just what we needed. Something that made us feel like we are still those explorers that tremble at doing the same thing more than once. That same couple that would end up hurdling trash cans through the neighborhood at two a.m., or sneaking into a stadium just to pretend like I had made the winning touchdown in a superbowl game. And then I realized we're that same couple, just a bit hungrier on Friday nights now, and I like it that way.

Also. Love love this new place that opened up. It's called the Sweet Connection. If you're in Utah you HAVE to go try this out. Here's their website.