Friday, December 7, 2007
The Final week in Utah
I should be doing one million other things, but right now: I feel the need to finish this chapter of my travels.
(Written in April 2008)
This might actually sound like more of a list because the finer detail (which i strive on) has been lost.
Thursday 29th
Brettformer robot in disguise called me and asked if I was free for lunch... free I was, ready I was not. After having to decline his offer due to lack of make-up and non-pyjama apparel, he appeared on my doorstep with bagels. Bagels that I continued to crave for a week afterwards. Fact.
* The rest of my notes and writing say 'Brett's house. Greek' or something that looks like the word Greek.*
Friday 30th
OH MY GOSh I was so on time it was unreal. I was so proud of how on time i could be. I met the B-meister outside the Apple store before going to the one and only Sky Box (where I first met Brett - when I thought he was an idiot in leopard tights - and then when i watched the last 38 seconds of the football game). We met two of his housies (this joke has only come into fruition in the past few weeks thanks to the Orange Cinema advert), and watched the Jazz kick some basketball ass on a massive screen.
The night continued with a possibility of dancing, which dissolved, and then a cheeky wee gaup at Back to the Future. Stunning movie. MEGADAZING.
Saturday 1st December
I went to see the missionary that baptised me and his entire family. It was one of the most real and amazing moments of my life, and I think I also ate an Arby's sandwich which was another moment in my life that I won't forget.
When i left the house my friend Clayton called to see if I wanted to go to the Christmas broadcast with presidento Hinckley. OF COURSE. SERIOUSLY. Landing on my feet Miller.
That night I hung out with Marcus and we went to get Curry. So good. SO GOOD. We had to wait absolute ages for a table, but it was actually such a good night... and we both were leaping about the snow because it was so thick and we were getting so wet. So much fun.
The night ended with him in my strange shaped window ledge, and also watching about 3 episodes of heroes. Seriously. So good.
Sunday 2nd December
I went to church, then met Clayton and his hermana and compadres. We were going to pilfer food from their ward's break the fast, but it wasn't on that month, and we ended up breaking in to his grandparent's house and eating peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. My first, and more than likely last. There is no need for those two spreadable items to ever be mashed together in a sandwich. I know I used to eat sandwiched with hundreds and thousands on them, but still... peanut butter and jam... not so good.
Then oh my gosh, we queued outside the conference centre and I actually got to see Gordon B. Hinckley (before he died in January) mental. Actually I could see him. It was one of the best moments in my life. I was meant to be there. And so close to the front, thank you Todd Wynder. Oddly enough it all sounded exactly the same, but it was amazing to hear. Exactly the same as the broadcasts. But so amazing. Everyone kept sneezing and coughing though, I wanted to tell them all to shut up haha.
After it ended I headed to Brett's house and engaged and imposed myself on his family while playing a game of shanghai, something like Gin Rummy and Phase 10 mashed in to one. Seriously. If I had my bearings I would have been a lot better than I was. This easter I actually kicked some mega Gin Rummy ass... bring on the Rummy... I DARE YOU.
Anyway... Brett had to kick me out because he had to study... one of those things, porque I don't know when to leave, and it seemed i had my ticket. Boot.
Monday 3rd
This was the masticating mango monday. During which I watched 'meet chuck and larry' with Brett and his housies. I think that's what it was called. It was on this day that I realised that Brits find entirely different things funny to what the Americanos do.
That morning I had gone swimming, and what a session I had. SERIOUSLY. Amazing. First time in ages, and I kicked some ass. I thought I could see general authorities floating about in the pool and I went home and checked my ensign. One guy was giving me some Glasgow banter because he was quite cynical towards native Utahans. Another guy told me that I had a really pretty stroke, and when I told him thanks, and that I was from Scotland he said 'that explains it then'. Ha. I love people.
Tuesday 4th
Book the flight, or not, book it or not. I was havering all day about booking my flight out. I can't do it.
I went to institute though and it was incredible. There was such a powerful end with Superman references and the concept of what I actually am. It was astounding. If there was no other reason for me to be in Utah it was to hear that last lesson. yes last lesson. i timed it nicely for the end of the semester.
I then met Brett after institute, and went to his gaff before he went to play basket ball where i started my 'blessings and gratitude journal'. Then finished the night in his gaff watching random TV.
Wednesday 5th
I booked my flight this morning. Lame. I don't want to leave.
Packing should commence. I went to find a TK maxx to buy a cheap bag to put all my presents and what not in. I was totally late getting back, and then persuaded Brettastico to get Thai food. Oh yes. Masaman curry, that's what it's all about see. Then we watched Hero at his gaff, and I had this feeling that it was the last night, even although it would have been the second last. Gutted. I watched Hero and loved it though, i love chinese movies. I cried at it. And then drove home and begged kate to get online so I could tell her everything about everything.
I think I went swimming this day as well.
Thursday 6th
Packing day. I went to see Doug and Clayton sing at the U of U, and I got a parking ticket. Awesome.
I also saw Brett for all of 30 minutes (which I was pleased about) before he went to play basketball and i went to see Paul, Tyler, and Rob. Rob had work to do, so Paul and Tyler and I hit up some crazy coffee place, and drank hot chocolate. Then we watched scrubs until the early morn, and when everyone started falling asleep. I said my sad ass goodbyes and went home to pack.
I went to see Otto to tell him I was leaving as quickly as I came.
Friday 7th
Hours ticking.
I went to the temple with Clayton to kill two birds with one stone. It was a wonderful time, and the man in the temple kept calling me his wife. Pah ha. I would have gone with it for a laugh, but Clayton corrected them.
I then went home, and I was supposed to see Ryan Goodwin and see his design office and possibly charm him into giving me a job. But it fell apart.
Then Brett came, and it was all about him from then on in. We ate bagels, sang songs, ran in the daisies, plaited each other's hair. or something close to that.
We went to see maggie and Dave and i was in hysterics, and then I was sad when I left otto too, and then dropped the car off. Then I had to say bye to Marcus.
All that day I had been praying for snow so that I couldn't leave, and it snowed. BIG TIME. even so much that I couldn't drive. I made the plane though, and all that happened was that I was delayed an hour on the runway.
We met up with Brett's friends and ate frozen yogurt or something like that, and I just couldn't eat. I was so sick from not wanting to leave, and nervous. It was how I was leaving for utah. Insane.
By Midnight, I was gone. A crying ball sprawled across three seats, with four blankets, watching the cartoon network on the Delta plane. I was so sad. I cried so much it was unreal. unreal.
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Time is ticking.
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