Weekends in my city

A few times a week I get smacked in the face with real actual joy to be existing.

My typical weekdays are pretty good. I get to see the sun poke through my blinds every morning, go running, cook food, ride the train, write code, read books, pet my dog, work with great people. And then, on top of all that, every week for two days I don’t have to work and I can do absolutely anything I want. Weekends! They are marvelous and I don’t know why we are allowed to have them because isn’t life supposed to suck and be difficult?

(Oversimplifying here, of course life is hard sometimes, but honestly, those times are easy to forget during a late Saturday morning brunch while being served crispy hash browns by a hot tattooed waiter.)

Weekends in SLC are awesome. I can sleep in or wake up early and go running at Liberty Park. I can go to a museum or outdoor concert or on a motorcycle ride or pub crawl. I can run errands on my bicycle or catch a movie at the Broadway theater or clean the bathroom or practice drums or get my car washed or aimlessly walk around Costco. I can go to Caputo’s for a sandwich with the freshest mozzarella or Purgatory for fried cauliflower tacos. I can go rock climbing or hiking or river rafting. I can buy peas and bok choy from the farmer’s market and make a stir fry.

On Sunday I woke up wanting to be in water, and we decided on a tube float at the Weber river. I was picturing a relaxing activity for snacks and drinks and less-than-practical swimwear. In reality I ended up with a Pringles can full of river water, missing sunglasses, and a lot of scrapes and bruises. Falling into a rapid while trying to eat cubes of watermelon from a tupperware was terrifying and hilarious and I would definitely do it over again.

P.S. I took exactly zero photos this weekend, which is weird for me. Also, I recommend watching the movie The Big Sick. Laughed, cried, was charmed, 10/10.