We Miss Our People

Minus the Millers and Longs

I'm long overdue for some commentary around these parts. I'm back.

We've been in DC for almost two months and things are pretty fantastic,  but we miss our friends terribly.  More than they probably know.  Not to say that we don't love the people we've met here but it's just different.  We don't live the care-free, spend-every-night-of-the-week-with-our-friends, Provo lifestyle anymore.  There's no more texting my besties every late afternoon with "what are we doing tonight?" "your house or mine?"

And it doesn't help that the local Top 40 radio station plays this song every time I'm in the car.

I get nostalgic thinking of the night we blasted the anthem music video at Drew and Kerri's while we idiotically tried to teach each other the shuffle.  Needless to say, none of us had enough swag to really look cool.  Dare I say that the only "cool" one was the person who decided to sit on the sideline and watch (he will remain nameless).

I miss the Provo life.

Best of Provo: Station 22

Is there a word for pre-nostalgia?  If there is we have a case of it.  Our time in Provo (err, Utah) is dwindling down and we are trying to cherish our last couple of weeks here.  I never thought I could/would be melancholy about leaving Provo, yet eager to leave.

I'm looking forward to the adventure that Washington DC will be for us, but I will miss our usual small-town spots.  

On Friday night we met up with our besties for dinner at Station 22, one of our all-time favorite joints, for what was a pretty perfect summer night.  We walked there from our house with Louie in tow and enjoyed a fab dinner on the patio with the music from the Rooftop Concert Series playing in the background.   They make a great sandwich but their fries are to-die-for and have officially become our weakness.  Sometimes we'll stop by for a basket of fries on our evening walk just because... even after we've already officially eaten dinner at home.  They're that good.  And for the record: we went there twice last week.

                          

A Forced Spring Outing

The storm(s) finally subsided this afternoon leaving the sky squeaky clean.  When I got in my car after work it was uncomfortably warm but it felt too good to be true so I didn't dare roll down the windows.  I knew that we would have to take advantage of the warmth even if it was just for the evening because, lets be honest, there's no telling when this Utah weather will finally decide to turn to Spring.  At this point, I'm guessing we'll probably skip Spring altogether and jump into Summer.

Anyway, we made plans to hit up the local snow cone shack while we were on our evening walk with little Louie.  By the time we were ready to go the sun was low in the sky and the temperature was rapidly dropping.  I second guessed our plans to go to the shack but  there was no way I was going to let the cold ruin my idea of a perfect Spring night.  I told Kevin that we should bundle up and so we did.  We had a short conversation about whether we would allow our little Louie to be one of those dogs who wears dog clothing but Kevin vetoed it.  He may be purse-sized but he will not be wearing clothing-- at least not for now.

It was a nice stroll but we most definitely shivered our way through the icy slush(ies).  We prematurely threw our snow cones away and headed ran home. I think we're pushing our luck but it was totally worth it!  It was a time well spent with my boys (totally cliche, i know!).

*the photos above were taken a few weeks back during the aforementioned "Sunny Saturday" weekend.