When I woke up this morning I declared to the heavens above that this was going to be my day. A day in which I would spend some much sought after alone time and do so many of the things I had been meaning and needing to do for far too long. A day without work and minimal studying required. It has been a very long time since I have had such a day. I mean, a whole day! To myself! Can you imagine what one could possibly do with a whole day?? I can only guess it would be a whole lot because, well, spoiler alert: this day did not end up being anything like that which I had planned.
But oh it ended up being exactly the kind of day that I love so much. So while my house is still in slight disarray and my textbooks are anxiously waiting for me to grace them with my presence, I rather think this day was a success.
Why, by noon I had pretty much checked all the boxes on most of the things I had wanted to do anyway. Which, I have been wondering this a lot lately isn’t it just the most curious thing how much you are able to accomplish when you are getting up at seven instead of noon? It’s like, oh hey there time, I have missed you.
While I was in the middle of making a list of even more things to accomplish on this great day, I got a phone call inviting me to attend the Utah football game. I actually hesitated for a split second before saying yes on account of this being my quiet day to myself. But if you know anything about me, I’m pretty sure you know I will never be able to say no to Utah football. Never. And I’m thinking it was exactly the right decision. I know I had promised myself and the heavens a day that most definitely does not include 45,000+ screaming football fans, but when it is a day for yourself, you actually get to do whatever it is you please – judgement free. And a football game is something for which I always yearn.
And that’s how I came to find myself happy as can be with toes on the verge of serious frost-bite while big fluffy snowflakes melted softly in my hair standing on the field at the ten yard-line during the second quarter of the football game. I mean, I was so close I could hear just how terribly loud it is when the players slam in to one another. I was so sure that that UCLA running back must have been dead it was that loud! But then he immediately stood up like nothing had happened and ran back to the middle of the field ready to do it again. It was the most amazing of experiences. I miss it already. Also? Those players are way bigger than they appear on my tiny television screen.
After our delightful victory against those blasted Bruins, we headed to a friend’s house where I got to see some of my favorite people and have all of the conversations I love so dearly. We talked about movies and the Oscar Season and all that is wrong with The Walking Dead lately and the many awesome aspects of Bill Simmons and all of the televisions shows I am obsessively watching right now (SO MANY) and sexy times of Twilight and how my never having seen Ghostbusters is apparently a crime against humanity and more tv and more movies and even some music and have I ever mentioned that pop culture is my favorite thing? I could talk your ear off about about pop culture.
Oh and then there is the part where I made a marvelous discovery called banana caramel milkshake. I’m kind of in the middle of a serious love affair with caramel lately. Like, caramel all the time in my mouth please. And my love for bananas has always been strong, so I knew there was no way this combo could lead me astray. I am still a wee bit astonished it has taken me my whole life to figure this out.
Oh my.
Yes, I think I rather liked this day.
