On Friday, we drove down to Ephraim and began our celebration of 2 years. Our plan was to get some food and then go to a movie. We thought we would try to get tickets to the movie before we got food, in case they sold out (not likely). Station pulled up to the theater and Oz wasn't up there. Once we talked to the ticket seller he found out that Ephraim, Utah has two theaters and they happen to be run by the same ticket seller and we couldn't purchase tickets for the other theater until she went to the other one. Humorous. Even if it is just to me. So, we went to dinner instead at Roy's. It was delicious. Pizza is hard to ruin, but it was really good.
We then went to the movie with the whole town of Ephraim and Manti. It was a large theater and it happened to be packed. It might have something to do with there only being one showing all night and that was it.
After Oz, which was great, we drove down to Manti to go to sleep in an old home that my mom's co-worker so kindly let us stay in.
Once we thought we found the place, which we weren't sure because there was a beat up pick up truck in the front and the back of said truck was full of creepy things like satellite poles, we just kind of sat there contemplating what we should do if we walk into and fall asleep in the wrong house.
We grabbed our stuff and tip toed in. As soon as we were in the house Station started saying hello. At that point I was sure I was in a horror film. Creepy satellite poles, old house, dim lights. Toy dolls EVERYWHERE. But Station was not nervous.
On a lighter note. I love Station. Yes, I do. He is calm and patient when I am fu-reaking out about the old home with a mysterious truck out front. I am happy to let you know that he kept me safe and sane the whole night.
