If you want Liza's spin on the story, go
here. Either way, it's epic. I'm just a little more eloquent than Liza is.
Juuuust kidding! We're sisters! We're
practically the same person. :P Anyways....
It was a dark and stormy night...er...evening. Liza and I were going to Granny's for a night of hair-cuts, visiting, tackle-hugs from cousins, and much needed family time. Beginning our quest, we sprinted from our apartment to Roger (our car) in a manner befitting those who endeavor to avoid the rain, when lo and behold! Roger was dead. Dead, dead, dead. And we, being the damsels in distress we were, called everyone from here to yon trying to find a knight valiant enough to come to our aid.
Only one was willing to answer the call to battle. One Sir Bryan came swiftly on his--get this--
brand new steed, jumper cables in hand. He pulled up to Roger and commenced to answer the plight of these two young maidens. Liza, being not sick (unlike me), jumped out to help. In a moment of mis-communication and confusion, Bryan hooked his car up: black + red - and Liza hooked Roger up: red + black-, and we commenced to try a jump. We sat momentarily waiting for Roger to roar to life and be the brave steed he once was when...he started smoking. Woops. And Bryan's car died. And wouldn't start.
Not knowing what the results of such an action might be, Liza and I thought we killed it dead. Like, deader than dead. Like soooo dead we believed his
brand new car would never rise see another dawn. Hence, these damsels became more than a little bit distressed. Sir Bryan, bless his soul, was a champ and told us over and over that this was just a learning experience as he tried to figure out what to do.
Eventually, a stranger in a suit came to our aid. He was on his way to a church meeting, but, spying us along the way, decided to stop and help. He swiftly informed us that Sir Bryan's car was simply dead and needed a jump. Which he even more swiftly provided, and Bryan's car roared to life. We were then advised that it probably needed to be driven for a good half hour--just to make sure it wouldn't die again.
Cue the Adventure of Epic Proportions!
We all jumped in his car and galloped off toward Provo Canyon. We never quite made it that far, but we did embark on a journey of joy, jest, and spontaneity that has yet to be equaled among the inhabitants of this earth.
You see, I have been craving this:
for.....lets just say quite some time now. I don't even like soda. But I loooove this. It's delicious! And you can only find it at Blickenstaff's at the Riverwoods in Provo. Therefore, we all made a stop, and Liza bought us each a bottle of the glory. (So we could see what it tastes like.) >Siiigh...< I need a little more of the glory now...
Cheerwine in hand, the three of us explored the toy/candy shop that is Blickenstaff's. It's a pretty splendid little place. Loads of fun to venture through!
They have quite a variety of old-school candies and sodas. It's legit. :)
After playing with almost every toy that store had to sell (and after Liza rode the coin pony because she's a champ), we made for Called to Surf and the fun little recreation facility that is behind it (Provo Beach Resort).
There were clothes to buy, the smell of Disneyland, the beach/boardwalk/oceany/surfy feel, a ropes course, food, miniature golf and croquet, arcade games, a Flowrider (so cool!), bowling, and tons of stuff! We laughed and joked and had a grand ole time exploring! It was so fun!
And as we were heading toward the door to go back to Sir Bryan's steed and the life we left behind, we passed an ice-cream shoppe called "I Like Ike's," at which point Liza commenced to enlighten Sir Bryan and myself with her reading of the
Daily Universe. She told us all about how Jimmer and LaVell Edwards helped with the ceremonious opening of the store last week and gave us a summary of how it went down. When she finished, Sir Bryan pointed over her shoulder and said timidly, "That
is Jimmer." We all turned around...
Sure enough, right behind us stood Jimmer and his fiance, getting ice cream and looking at us (well, Liza) with a very strange expression on their faces.
We turned to each other and laughed awkwardly before swiftly exiting the building... to fall apart laughing in a more appropriate and less embarrassing setting. Hahaha! :P
We then made our journey back to normal life, home, campus, and existence that isn't nearly as fun. But it's still perty good.
P.S. When I got back, one of my college-long dreams came true. I got to go in these places:
BYU's anechoic chambers. (Top: large Bottom: small) They suck all sound out of the air and neutralize it for research. The floors are mesh and there are more wedges beneath them. I've heard that if you sit there long enough and quiet enough, you can hear the hum of your spinal chord's functioning. ANYWAYS... it was awesome. And I was happy. :)
