posted on: February 24, 2012
Liz and I left The King's English bookshop. We walked to the car in the rain and drove down the dark streets to get some hot chocolate--extra hot to warm our bones (and to spill down the front of our shirts). We parted ways, and I sat at a stop sign. There were no waiting cars in front or behind, no cars crossing my path--I stared up the streets with the lightposts wrapped in twinkle lights. I drove around the blocks on the hills for a few minutes, and determined to live in Sugar House one day. I want to live next to that bookshop and the Italian food specialty store and the French bistro that was all hazy pink and red inside.
What I'm saying is that I had a really wonderful time with a really wonderful friend in a really wonderful place. I'm saying that should you ever find yourself in Salt Lake City, you should look at the books and the lightposts. It'll be well worth your time.