maybe a week late... but still in love

so jack johnson is pretty much the best.  the epitome of beach music, if you will.  if you've visited natalie's blog, unconsciously me, you already know all about this (well almost all about it).  but, for the sake of my own record keeping, here's the story of our musical adventure: {oh boy was it ever an adventure!}

last thursday, natalie and i hit the i15, provo-bound!  the plan: to leave at 9:00 am.  reality: 1:35...ish.  the goal was to have the entirety of #205 (the resting place of my last year of life) packed up in boxes by nightfall.  friday, we planned to clean our little arms off before our dad arrived with his truck to load up our assets and send them to storage for another week, all before we headed further north to sit in some musical bliss.

however, when you start an adventure five and a half hours late, you should expect some unforeseen obstacles {book of jessica, 1:1}.  pulling into provo an exit north of our apartment, we realized the mall that neither of us had entered for much too long was only two minutes away.  after all, we were both in need of a few sale-marked items before the beginning of a new school year.  if the management of #205 had purchased the much-needed security cameras in our absence, they would have caught us pulling into the parking lot at 8:30 pm.  not bad, right?  after hugs and a few quick catch-up stories from the roommates we abandoned, we headed under my bed to grab the plentiful store of boxes we had used to move into my first home-away-from-home.  i found my dusty snowboard, two bins exactly where i left them, but the boxes were  gone.  absolutely, positively gone.  no boxes to be seen.

we sat on my floor for a while, regretting our late start and wondering if monsters under the bed could live through provo winters after all.  soon, the reality of how soon noon on saturday was approaching sunk in.  we grabbed the keys and dashed to walmart.  here, i'll omit the detail.  i simply need to say that after wandering around walmart for over a half hour (during which we had many more small adventures, resulting in my rediscovery of the pineapple lamp of my dreams), we found boxes.  who knew boxes would be in the shipping department, anyway??  we bought them all - well, the small ones.  the bigger size was completely sold out.

we drove back to #205 as fast as my little car could carry us through provo's late night, decidedly more busy than usual traffic.  we packed, and we packed, and we packed, and we packed.  3:30 am found us still packing.  around that time we finally decided we at least ought to take a nap -- after all, the concert less than 24 hours away would certainly keep us up past a decent bed time.  from 4 to 7 in the morning we slept, gloriously from my perspective.  

without breakfast, we were up again, pack-pack-packing.  once again, long story made short, after scrambling like the building was on fire (with the much needed help of our dad that morning) we were out of the apartment completely by noon.  whew!  it's such a relief to be out of #205!

did i mention we're moving into an apartment across the street?  it seems silly (but i'm sure it'll be entirely worth it) to make such a small change for such a big difference in management, upkeep, and overall loveness.

with a quick meal and a short nap, we were off to the concert!  by the end, we were so tired all the lights on the road back were one big blur (and it was a miracle we made it home with no incidents), but an entire night of jack johnson after the rather adventurous day of packing was completely worth every minute of it.

a week later, and i'm still on a jack jonshon high!

pineapple lamp of my dreams, beautiful isn't it?