I noticed too. I guess I decided we had better things to talk about. Hope you forgive me, given enough time. Last Saturday, I had big plans to go to the hippie-dippie music festival in Fort Collins. I was so pumped to go. 5 music stages, hippies, dogs, food, beverages... all the makings of a perfect twirly weekend. And it started out awesome. I didn't even get out of bed until 10:30 am. Like a lazy-person. This never happens. I am a "greet the day and get it done" kind of girl. Went to the bank and ate. Showered, put on flowy white skirt, and tank top. Flip-flops. Ready spaghetti.
First up on my perfect Saturday was my free coffee from Corner Bakery. Because you know it has to be done. Always.
Ammon decided he needed a croissant. I decided you need to see a picture of him eating the croissant. You're welcome.
When we left, we couldn't start the car. Well heck... we ended up waiting 45 minutes for the people parked next to us to finish their leisurely lunch and come out to give us a jump. Figuring that all the battery needed was some charge time, we went for a drive. I tried out taking nature pictures from a moving vehicle:
The Haunted Windchimes. Phenomenal folk group from Pueblo, CO. They really like mini instruments, which makes my piccolo-playing soul happy. And we saw little girls dancing, which makes everything better.
So after watching the amazing set, we decided we should probably go buy a new battery for Ammon's car. Since we had a stellar parking spot, we hoped we could bribe someone into jumping our car in return for the parking spot. Very handily, the handicapped parking spot next to us was unoccupied when we got back to the car, and we were able to flag down a long-haired hippie straight away. We weren't so lucky with good service at Advance Auto Parts, where we went to get our new battery. $120, and an hour and a half later, we had purchased and installed our new battery. Well, I paid for the battery, then sat in the car reading. I didn't install anything. To make up for it, I talked Ammon into taking me to Home Goods. It opened a few months ago, and I had been sort of avoiding the trip. I knew I would be tempted to spend if I went in; I was not wrong. MECCA, people. Mecca.
Cafe Rio just happens to be right next door to Home Goods! So naturally, we needed it, right? Especially after the great battery fiasco just a short time earlier. We were too excited to take pictures of our food. But I told Ammon he had to pose with the sign on the door. For proof that we conquered it.
So there you have it. I don't remember what I did for the rest of the night. Everything after that is of little consequence, because I had hippie music, home decor, and a smothered burrito. Totally worth a burrito debacle.
This Saturday, I'll be working. Such a strong contrast from the last. What are your weekend plans?