This weekend saw us attending the Utah Arts Festival. Where I would have taken more pictures, but it was so crowded that I quickly grew claustrophobic. Plus, we didn't have a little blanket city on the grass, so we were wandering around with all the stuff needed for Julia AND our food, so that meant that my hands were a bit full. But I got this picture and one of some phallic desserts, and some of some freaky looking stiltwalkers, so we're all good.
Saturday, besides the interminable painting I mentioned in the previous post, Julia got to have her very first sleep-over. My parents have claimed the final Saturday of each month as Grandparent's Night. They want one night a month when they have all their grandchildren sleeping over.
Kristin and I were nervous. Julia is still not sleeping through the night, and some nights are really tough. But we also wanted a night off, so off she went. And Kristin and I actually got to go OUT. After we got done with the painting we went to a smoky club for dinner. The Bayou. For their famous sweet potato fries. YUM. We sat out on their patio. The heat of the day had passed and it was pleasantly cool. The air was scented with smoke, but not so smoky as to make us cough. Our food was delicious. We felt like grown-ups. We giggled. We talked about how we were enjoying ourselves AND still missed Julia. Kristin observed that the only thing that would make our night more perfect would be if there were some live music playing in the main room that would filter out to us just loud enough to hear and enjoy, but not too loud that we could talk without yelling. Within a few minutes great live jazz began in the next room.
To top the evening off, we noticed that there were fried twinkies on the menu. I have always wanted to try fried twinkies. It's a morbid obsession. I mean, we talk about twinkies being the worst of the worst when it comes to transfatty preservative sweets. It's a poster child for poor eating habits. And then to make it worse by dipping it in batter and DEEP FRYING it? It's got to be marvelous!
So we ordered some. And they were AMAZING. So good. With a raspberry sauce. God. Perfection. I am never going to order them again. Once was enough. I don't want to spoil the memory.
We topped off our evening of decadence by watching 2 episodes from Queer as Folk: The Final Season. Can I just say that I am so sick of TV (fake) lesbians being unable to hold a relationship together after kids are introduced? Sick of the high drama custody battles and the correlating assumtion that 2-mom couples can't hold it together or keep it out of the courts? I mean, yes, I know, it's TV. And yes, I know it's only 2 couples. But that's 100% of the lesbian couples shown. I know viewers thrive on the drama. But why don't they make the drama over some very real nightmare-like situations? How about one of the moms gets in a terrible car accident and while she's in a coma someone takes her birth-child from the other mom because she's not a legal parent? Or how about a set of grandparents suing for custody over their biological grandchildren to keep them from being raised by lesbians? I can think of lots of drama that doesn't involve the implosion of a lesbian marriage. I should write my own show...
So that, and the work on the kitchen, made up our amazing weekend. And Julia had a great time, too. She only woke her Grandma and Grandpa up 3 times. Of course, one of those times involved keeping them up for an hour, and she did get them up at 6:30 am, but still! A pretty good night. I guess we're on for July. Kristin and I better get planning our next date night.