last night was great.

Josh asked me if I wanted to hang out and drive with him to Provo. He was giving his talk from the Proverbs series down there, and since it was a long drive, he wanted to catch up and talk about everything. I gotta tell ya, it's really great spending a Friday night with my pastor. It was a legit hangout, with lots of wisdom shooting into my head. We got back to SLC around 10, and I left his house to go meet up with Zach, Megan and crew.

They were all downtown at a bar, hanging out and having some drinks. Megan's parents were in town, Zach's parents were there and I didn't realize it was one of those "in-law's meet and hang out with each other" nights. But it went along famously...because it seemed to me when I got there, they had already been having a good time...and I didn't feel like catching up. So I only had two beers. Then afterwards, Scrib and I walked around downtown to find another bar. He wanted to meet up with a friend, but she didn't have her phone on her so he guessed which one she'd be at.

I didn't feel like bar-hopping, nor drinking, nor meeting people, but I did want to walk around in the cold city air. We ended up going into this one place, because I had to pee...and when it's cold out and you have to pee, it gets worse. So we left and I started to walk back to my car, and Scrib wanted to go on to find his friend. And there I was, alone walking around downtown, and it was pretty wonderful.

Looking around at hotels and penthouses, businesses and fancy lofts, banks and restaurants, I got this weird feeling I have a hard time explaining. It was so foreign to me. As if the city had a huge emptiness. But it also stirred up some emotional inspiration. In this midst of the deadness of downtown "life", nothing seemed out of reach. Then I forgot where I parked, so there was that....but I made it home eventually.

I think sometimes it takes a forceful, difficult act to take the color off the lenses and see things for what or who they really are. But I have found it to be promising.