Wednesday, September 14, 2005

It's Always Better on Holiday III, Pt.4

Well, everyone has seemed to enjoy these Utahr posts but I'm sorry to say this is the last one and Steady Mobbin' will be headin' back to bein' borin' and no fun startin' tomorrow. So savor this, the end of my magnificent Labor Day vacation.

Up in "my" bedroom (even though "my" bed is now gone) at the Berthrongs' there was a new picture of fish made out of leaves. I liked it.

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We had Labor Day breakfast out on the back porch.

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We ate huge, heavy, delicious pancakes of flaxseed, buckwheat, barley, and oatmeal. (I invented the ingredients just now, but I might actually be right)

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While we breakfasted, Andrew's Mom returned from her morning walk.

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Now, whenever Andrew and Matt meet up a footrace tends to be held, so much of Sunday was spent anticipating the inevitable Labor Day Footrace. We planned all sorts of components for this ultimate matchup, and as we started charting out the course for the Monday match-up, a footrace just broke out out of nowhere and I barely had the reflexes to catch any of it at all.

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The race was followed by some stretching . . .

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And some climbing . . .
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And by what some would assume was good natured handshaking between sportsmen . . .

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. . . but another thing that Matt and Andrew tend to do when they get together is wrestle.

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As the wrestled, Candy (Andrew's Mom) said to Fred (Andrew's Dad) "Turn on the sprinklers!" Ha ha, what a trick!

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They totally got them! And look at the way that Andrew refuses to give up in a fight!

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I like that photo enough to suggest you check out a bigger version of it.

But there were no hard feelings between combatants.

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As it was Labor Day and as Matt felt victorious and patriotic, he took a victory lap with the flag.

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Then Fred suggested to me that I fight Andrew. Just for fun. And I said, "Me, fight?"

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So I gave it a half-hearted effort.

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And then Matt said, "Hey, no one fights Andrew except for me!" (Don't I kind of look like one of those Boxing Nun dolls here?)

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Then I totally pulled down Andrew's sock! (And nearly pulled down my own pants, it seems)

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Grrr. Seriously, do not mess with me! I will pull down your sock!

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Matt has been working on bulking up.

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Then Andrew (I'd say "we" but seriously, I had nothing to do with it) cut down the tree he had just climbed a little earlier in the day because it was an criminal tree and deserved it.

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And with the remains of the criminal tree we played that sport where you throw logs. Seriously, do not tell Dr. Simon that I did this.

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Here's a video of Matt throwing the log.

The Berthrongs have this great clock in their front hall.

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Then we went and ate Central Park burgers in a central-enough park.

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There's pretty much no better way to spend a Logan Labor Day than lying on your back in a park, looking up at trees.

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When it was time to go Andrew lent me a famous work of art that he owns.

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Then it was back down to Salt Lake where I spent a little more time with Grandma, got new music from Mitch, went to Mitch's house, ate at Marie Calendar's with Matt, Mitch, and . . . I forget, this one girl, I forgot her name. (Did you know that Marie Calendar's plays excellent music?)

My JetBlue flight was fairly short but sufficiently awful and I was on a subway back to my apartment by 6:15 Tuesday morning.

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Goodbye Forever, Best Labor Day Ever!

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wowza. that is all i can muster. Living vicariously through you, that was the BEST vacation ever. Hmm, what is with Matt and people always wanting to pull down his pants?

ian said...

It's called "Caber Tossing" and it's a part of my proud Scottish Highlands heritage.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caber

These enormous calves of mine
exist only to steady me whilst I hurl tree-trunks skyward. Function over form, I suppose.

marshall p said...

that matt lemon can NOT keep his clothing on.