Tuesday was a long day. Jill and I both had tests. She had school and I had work. I didn't even make it home until 10.
Not everything was work. While I was taking my World Religions exam, Jill rode the bus to her grandma Bjarnson's and had a little dinner, then got her grandma and her uncle into the car and brought them to campus for a free folk music concert in the JSB. I met them in the Wilk and we watched the concert. Most of the folk music was Irish or Gaelic, which is extra cool because Jill, Grandma Bjarnson, and Steve are part Irish. (Grandma is half, Steve is a quarter, Jill is an eighth.)
It makes me wonder what fraction of me is Swedish. And English. Those heritages come from both my Anderson and Henrie families...
Anyway, we got Grandma B and Uncle Steve back home around 9, and then rather than go straight home I called and begged my grandma Anderson to come pick us up. Jill and I both needed a pick-me-up from our rather disappointing test results (even though we studied hard) and Grandma is a great one for pick-me-ups. She picked us up (literally and spiritually) and took us to her house, where we ate taquitos (yummy!) and talked. Jill also had her guitar, and she was playing it. We ended up staying for scriptures and then Grandma drove us home at 10. She even gave us the rest of her taquitos.
(She was so tired. I felt bad and told her lots of thank-yous. She was nice and said "Don't worry about it, your mother kept me up plenty of nights.")
Once home, Jill and I hung around our apartment reading and studying (and eating taquitos, and playing guitar) for about an hour when she suddenly said, "I forgot! I'm supposed to bring Laughing Cow cheese for my French party tomorrow! Do you think Buylow would have some?"
I'd never heard of Laughing Cow cheese and didn't realize it was just a brand name for fancy cheese. "I don't know..."
"I'm pretty sure the Creamery won't have any. We'd better go now. Do you know what time Buylow closes?"
I did not. But we found out, after we'd walked down the street to it, it closes at 11. (We got there about 11:15. It was kind of disappointing.) We climbed a giant mountain of snow in the parking lot to make the trip worthwhile. It wasn't packed down very hard. The challenge was to get to the top and down the other side without sinking so deep you got stuck.
I thought I remembered there was another grocery store next to Buylow, either to the side or across University Parkway. So after we dug ourselves out of the snow we walked some more. We walked a lot. We even jaywalked across University (shh, don't tell- there was nobody around) but there were no grocery stores.
We walked home, double-checked that the Creamery didn't have fancy cheese (it didn't), and then decided to break out the bikes. (Mara wasn't home or I probably would've convinced Jill to ask her for a ride.) We had no idea where we were going, but I had a vague idea of some grocery stores on the corner of Bulldog Boulevard and University Parkway (the fact that Jill followed me again just proves how clueless we were) so we decided we may as well go there.
Wonder of wonders, we found a Macey's open 24 hours (I'm sorry for anybody who works the graveyard shift at a grocery store) and when we got inside Jill not only found plenty of fancy cheese (she didn't even end up buying Laughing Cow) but I found a rack of ski gloves! The night was cold and I happily bought myself a pair of gloves to replace the ones I lost on BYU campus weeks ago, thinking of how warm my hands would be on the way home. (They were.)
By the time we returned to Wyview for good, it was 1 am. We were both dead-dog tired and practically fell into bed, where we crashed for 6 hours until we had to get up for the next day at school.
And thus occurred the great cheese adventure.