This is the part of summer that I just want to bottle and save. The part where it's so hot that it feels good just to sit on opposite sides of the couch and be all sprawly. And it stays hot, so you feel that way even at midnight. And it stays late outside forever, so you conveniently forget that you have to go to bed and stay up an extra hour later on a Sunday night. Even the cats stay out later in summer. We almost didn't find Hillary last night, she almost spent the night outside.
The weekend was a good one. We spent Friday doing name-change related errands. We didn't have to wait long at any of the places we went, though. Chris had an overnight zoo event on Friday night, so I was bachin' it. I went to see Knocked Up at Brewvies, which was hilarious. Saturday we ran all of the errands that have been waiting for us since the wedding, and on Saturday night we went to Tom and Steph's to help Tom celebrate his birthday. We spent Sunday doing some shopping, writing some thank-you cards, and being lazy in the heat.
Tonight we are going to the gym, since while we were on vacation it became suddenly too hot to exercise outside. It will be good to exercise again after our month-long hiatus!
Possibly The Most Eventful Month Of My Life
Chris and I were married on June 30th. It was a fabulous day, or make that a fabulous few days, because the party started on Wednesday night and didn't stop until Saturday night. Or Sunday morning, technically. I never expected to have so much fun at my own wedding, but I can't remember the last time I had such a good time. It was so great to have our families and friends all in one place. I kept thinking "oh my god, this is our wedding"! It didn't seem real.
Then, on Monday morning, Chris and I left for Peru. We got bumped to First Class for the flight from Atlanta to Lima, and now I'm convinced that First Class is the only way to go. Would I like a glass of champagne before we take off? Why yes, I would. And we were served meals! On china! I had only flown First Class once before. It was a work trip, and the flight was only from San Diego to Salt Lake City. And while I drank an impressive amount of Courvoisier (it was a phase) for such a short flight, there was no meal and no new husband to play UNO with me and listen to me freak out that We! Are! In! First! Class!
Peru was absolutely enchanting. The Peruvians we encountered were some of the friendliest people either of us have ever met. There was a small glitch in our plans due to a nationwide transportation strike, which forced us to cancel our trip to Lake Titicaca. But we spent time in Lima, Cusco, and the jungle, and we made it to Machu Picchu which was INCREDIBLE.
We were in Peru for a little over 2 weeks, and then we left for Mexico. We spent 4 (glorious) nights in Mazatlan. We ate amazing food and got sunburned (yep, even me). We rented a wakeboard and rode on a "banana boat" while hanging on for dear life. We built sandcastles and drank margaritas and danced to a Mexican band with a sultry female vocalist. It was a great end to a great trip. What is it about the ocean that makes you feel so alive?
We arrived back in Salt Lake City this past Sunday, and it felt great to be home. We've spent this week spending time with friends and trying to unpack and remember what our routine was like before we abandoned it for a month. Tonight we're going for drinks and dinner with Scott and Jessica, and we have tomorrow off. No need to get back to reality just yet.
