when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie

did you celebrate the full moon? (if you live in my little part of the world you got two nights in a row, so i hope you took advantage of it.) wednesday being the pre-full full moon, i went looking for a park. i ended up by the capitol. (not because i don't know where any parks are, but because i wanted to be high and last time i went closer to the u so this time, to be fair, i went by the capitol.) even though i dressed warmly and brought a blanket and bread, i just sat in my car with the window open, reading. it was nice. i went home around midnight and went to bed.
last night i was driving rennie home. as we got off the freeway she cried out, fearfully, "what?! what happened?" i had gasped in absolute awe and disbelief and decelerated rapidly. she thought i'd seen a cop. but i'd seen the moon.

i've lived in utah now for just about half my life (sigh.) but i never get used to the ding-dang mountains. aside from them being mean and scary, they block the sun and the moon. but there is one thing that the mountains are good for: dramatic entrances.

there was just a little quarter of the moon peeking up over the tops of the mountains. it was enormous. it was yellow. it was beautiful.

we discussed, and i took rennie home.
i had planned to go home on time and watch a movie. i had planned to practice. but...

...it's a good thing i'm so good at driving without watching the road. the moon was lovely. and seemed even more so as i drove in and through the the little city center i love so much.
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yesterday my mom took my sister and me to trio. the three of us shared a pizza and a salad and i took a take-out menu.
reading through it, my sister informed me that they have my most craved dish in all pastadom: butternut squash ravioli. (in all honesty, i've never had it. no. wait. once on a sample tray. i almost got a recipe from helen at millcreek, but she never got it to me.)

$11.

i'll spare you my spiel on money and spending it, but suffice it to say, not in a million years.

and so, as i talked to the moon last night, i made a decision.
[disclaimer: the is the first and last time i will say anything so contrary to my nature and sense of decency, decorum and self.]
i want a boy to pay for me to go to:

• trio (butternut squash ravioli)
• panini (they might have butternut squah ravioli too, and the gnocchi...)
• baba afghan (400 so.)
• bombay house (provo)
• an expensive concert (a good one that i wouldn't have gone to otherwise.)
• a gelateria (and i could have as much as i wanted. ooh! even more so if it included the trip to italy.)
• taste of punjab (with as much naan as i want and a lassi and that rice pudding stuff which is only good because it's at an indian restaurant.)
• cafe madrid (please? absolutely over-priced, but it's been almost a year since i went to spain.)
• a full-priced movie (no. scratch that. full-priced movies are a rip-off. matinees if you must, but there's always ic and ic is free and as a u of u student i can even get there for free. so i guess just the other eight.)

now, that was a very uncharacteristic thing for me to say. and ocd says i have to qualify it:
a boy because my chauvinistic mind can rationalize it more easily. i have less sympathy for boys. if i let just anyone take me it would end up being my roommates and i wouldn't be able to let them pay for it.

but, it will never happen.
1- i don't go on dates (unfortunately the only scenario where a boy would pay for those things would be a date. fathers and other relatives don't count. they're like roommates in that i cannot forget about the bank balance.)
2-if i ever knew a boy well enough for us to be going on a date, i would know them too well to in good conscience allow them to spend so much money on food. i can't help it. i would end up ordering a side dish or appetizer. i always do.

and in closing--

i did watch my movie. take care of my cat. it's korean. (must only be the german one that's funny, but i still thoroughly enjoyed this one.) and i learned one important thing:

"men who hate cats can't meet a good woman."

i've always known this, instinctively, but it's nice to see it eternized in asian wisdom and axioms.