I went on a date this weekend. First one since the Mormon
mission I served. It was just a friend date, but still I was excited for an
excuse to put on more than just mascara and chapstick, even though it was just
a friend date. We dove to Ogden in Ted’s car, who was not my date. He reminded
me of a boy that I used to know except taller and not quite as funny. Why to
Ogden you ask? To watch a movie for the Sundance Film Festival that was not
being shown at Sundance. Confused? I was. The independent film began and it
seemed to be a pretty funny commentary on hipsters, but then the F-bomb began
to pour down. After was seemed like an eternity I turned to my date who read my
face and said, “We can leave if you want.” I responded my grabbing my coat in
my arms. We fled that theater and took refuge in a nearby hotel lobby while we
waited for our ride. We were both very grateful that the other wanted to leave.
I think my favorite part of the date was when Ted was pulled over for speeding
and the office asked where we went for dinner. Apparently Mongolian barbecue
leaves a strong linger smell.
