It is always good to be in Boise. Sam stayed in Georgia for a few days doing top secret paperwork for his job before catching up with me in B-town, and I got to spend time with my family and these gorgeous girls:
Here we are at the Idaho Shakespeare Festival, one of my favorite places in the world to be. We went to a play that was the absolute perfect level of scariness--The Woman in Black. I love that level of fear, when things are just deliciously scary. You remember that feeling when you were a little kid and adults would fake chase you around? You knew they were coming to get you and it was so exhilarating and fun. That's how this play felt.
As we have established, I'm a woman who loves her coffee, so we also had to have a girls morning at Big City Coffee, a Boise tradition. While Atlanta has ridiculously cool stuff to do, I have not yet found the place that serves scones and muffins the size of your head. Maybe I'm going to have to take matters into my own hands and introduce Atlanta to the giangantic, home made muffin, farm store theme scene.
Once my Sam rolled into town there was only one place he wanted to be:
Goldy's has a special spot in both our hearts because it is one of the first places we went after we met. On that fateful morning a couple got engaged while we were halfway through our marmalade french toast (which I retroactively took as a sign of good things to come). That, and it has amazing food. It also has an amazingly long line on Saturday mornings. It takes so long to get in that they take your cell number and let you roam around the farmers market, which we did.
We wandered around for about an hour, listening to street musicians, sampling blue cheese dressing and strawberries and dutch cookies. I started to think to myself that, all sampling aside, I really was getting hungry and maybe something had gone wrong with our reservation. I asked Sam whose number he gave. And he said mine. And I said, (why did I say this?) are you sure you told them the right number? So I called them. And then I gave them my number again. But wait! After I hung up the phone I had the sneaking suspicion--no I KNEW-- I had just given them my number wrong. Have you ever had a neurotic moment of self doubt like this? When you suddenly forget your own phone number because you are so excited about a chorizo breakfast burrito?
This is my lovely mom, who is new to the mother in law business, but who wants it to be known that while she can keep her opinions (like what has happened to you that you can't remember your phone number?) to herself, she won't be wearing beige anytime soon. And there is my sweet Sam. Calling Goldy's again to clarify that we were the perfectly sane people who really wanted to eat there and who really, really wanted to be contacted. It was touch and go, but I am happy to say that I didn't let a little thing like my pride get between me and that breakfast burrito. I know that as I took you on this emotional roller coaster of a story you are probably asking yourself, was all that pain and drama worth it in the end? Mmmmm hmmmm.
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