Memorial Day Weekend

So this weekend was memorial day weekend and the whole family decided to go down to Utah, too enjoy it and to see Nate give his homecoming talk. The weekend started off with a hit! Robyn and Sam meet up with Ty and I to go see a little show in Salt Lake City at Kilby Court. Kilby court is nothing more than a glorified garage where small local bands go to play and hopefully find a nice place to crash for free afterwards. The first band was absolutely terrible I cant even remember there name, the second band was a called Blair. This girl was super talented she played guitar, sang, and the key board. She came out on stage in a Nirvana t-shirt when she opened up her mouth and started to sing I was surprised because it wasn't what I expected. Her music was very relaxing and sounded almost Regina Spektor-ish. Then the third band came on "Say Hi" a small band out of Seattle. They played very well but all things considered I would have to say that the best part of the night was the pre show mexican food and deep fried ice cream who crusty shell tasted like a giant piece of "cinnamon toast crunch".

I spent that first night in davids bed with him... So much for sharing body heat because I nearly froze to death. While in bed I kept having this reoccurring though pass through my head "9,000 people froze to death in the battle of the Bulge" surly its not that cold in here. It wasn't and after about a nice 20 minute defrost shower I started feeling my limbs again.

It was great to see Nate' he looked virtually the same except the fact that he was wearing a very stylish man scarf. After receiving sufficient crap from his uncles they convinced him to take it off and hide it in his man purse. The day was full of laughs, Chucky Cheese, laser tag, and most importantly settlers of Catan. The elderly men played that game almost as much as Uncle Jeff watches t.v. while at our house. It was funny to hear the insults flying back and forth across the table, as they sucked down diet coke.

The next day Nate gave his homecoming talk. He did very well and even blessed us with some stories from his mission. Mom finally let Ty and I sit next together in church for the first time in probably 4 years. Im sure she thought "they are old and mature, and won't do anything stupid" was she ever wrong. Ty and I kept true to our name, and nature and managed to drive our mother insane, in only 65 minutes. Upon returning to the Jello's house for lunch Grandma managed to bring me to a whole new level of embarrassment. Grandma decided to take my eternal salvation into her own hands. I'm assuming because she didn't think I was capable of making it happen on my own. So there I was stuffing my face with expensive French import cheeses and fine crackers when I hear "Tate, Tate come over here" I immediately turn to Aunt Malia looking for some sort of excuse to help me avoid the awkwardness that awaited me, but she was of no help. So being the great grandson that I'm, I obey my beloved Grandmother. She tells me to take a seat in front of two very fit ladies. She then lean forward to the young ladies and pretended to whisper "I told you he was handsome didn't I". That simple phrase managed to turn my face to a shade of red that I didn't know existed. All I can say is thanks for the help Grandma but I've got it from here.

All thing considered it was a great weekend.

XOXO Tate