Vacation from Life (i.e. Party with the Bro)

I've officially dubbed this crazy road trip weekend to Utah my "Vacation from Life." I actually turned off my email notifications from work on my phone (I've never done that). It has been glorious.

I went to see Les Miserables for the first time last night. I didn't quite know what to expect, and probably would have enjoyed it a lot better if 1) the music from the pit hadn't overpowered the voices of the cast 80 percent of the time; 2) the girl down in front hadn't been blocking my view the entire first act; and 3) the people next to me hadn't been noisily enjoying their stinky bag of peanuts during the second act. But overall it was a great production and the music was quite lovely, even if the story line is so depressing. I also secretly hate that I can relate to Eponine so well.

But even more glorious has been chillin' like a villain with my little brother. He pretty much just rattles off hilarities all the time whilst I happily revel in the pure joy of unadulterated laughter. We have a lot of quotes from the weekend, but really they probably wouldn't be funny to anyone else. And I'm okay with that.