Whitney let me ride her bike during Critical Mass (just a massive bikeride that happens once a month in Provo):
Then I went to the opening of the art show that I made the chickens for:Karisa made the best carrot cake I've ever tasted and brought it to the art opening in honor of my birthday.
Then we (all of my family who lives in Utah and my friends Whitney, Mike Alger, Nate, Mark, Mary, and Lauren) all walked to the local Indian restaurant and enjoyed dinner. They all said one thing they loved about me as they passed my toki-doki cell phone charm around the table. My emotions ranged from laughing to crying.
Perhaps what Mark said was the most notable:
"What I love about Laura is that no matter how dramatic my life seems, her drama can always trump mine."
Then we made this exodus in lots of different cars to my parents' house for cake and ice cream. I rode with Mike Alger along with Mary and Lauren:
Mike: Sorry guys, my heater takes forever to warm up. But I have two blankets back there.
Mary: Oh good. I'm so cold.
Mary starts wrapping herself up in the blankets as I'm giving directions to Mike about where we're headed.
Mike: ...So Laura, right here? ...Oh yeah, you might wanna watch out for the red blanket though. I think I saw a clump on it or something.
Laura: A clump? What does that mean?! (Mike's car is kind of noisy) Mary, watch out, Mike says he saw a clump on the red blanket back there.
Mary: A clump? You mean on this red blanket I'm swaddled in?
I couldn't stop laughing. Also I think that Mary just stayed all swaddled up in that clumpy blanket. It was the joke of the night for me.
The chocolate cake my mom made was divine.
My brother, Carl, gave me the kid's book Preztel (a childhood favorite of mine) and everyone humored me by allowing me to read it to them.
We did fortune telling games and stayed up late.
Me, Mary, and Whit all had a fabulous sleepover full of girl talk and went out to breakfast in the morning.
My only question: How does life get better than this? And I'm being completely serious.