Day 25: Pig & A Jelly Jar

 I‘m taking part in a 30-day writing experiment. The theme for me is “personal, not pretty.” See Kale & Cigarettes for details and the Facebook Group to read stories by other 500-words-ers.

For our Sunday family adventure this weekend we went into the “hip” part of Salt Lake City and tooled around for a bunch of hours. We had brunch at this pretty good place called Pig & A Jelly Jar*.

Going out to eat with the girls is always an exciting and risky proposition because we have no way of knowing how they are going to act. So far, they’ve never had a meltdown in a restaurant, but I think that’s partly because we don’t go out to eat very much, and it’s still a novelty for them. To be honest, we rarely leave the house, so just seeing other humans is a novelty for them.

The brunch spot just happened to be right next to a tea shop. Our love of expensive tea and coffee is one of like three things Jon and I have in common. So we were pretty excited to buy a few new kinds of tea and then get to-go teas to take to the park. I got some kind of relaxing herbal blend, and Jon got lavender tea.

Lavender tea is kind of too much, in my opinion, but I didn’t tell Jon that when he asked me if he should get lavender. Jon sometimes can’t make up his mind about things and will ask me to be the deciding vote, but the problem is that I often have zero opinion. So I’ll just pick an answer, and then he’ll grill me about it. So if I say “Yes, you should get lavender” he’ll say “Why?” and if I say “Nah, lavender tastes like gift-basket filler” he will also say “Why?” And then I have to admit that I just randomly picked an answer because I didn’t care one way or the other.

So that’s one thing you now know about Jon. Another thing is that he does not care about the Superbowl. While the rest of humanity was watching the game, Jon and I were checking out birds in the aviary in Liberty Park.

I’ve been really fortunate in my life to rarely date guys who are into watching sports on TV. I’ve actually been really fortunate to mainly date guys who don’t even have TVs. That’s one of the only common threads I can find in my dating choices. But in Jon’s case, he doesn’t care about football and he’s in baller shape, physically, because he does other things like ski and climb and run. So it’s like a win-win for me.

• I don’t have to watch football.
• I get plenty of alone time.
• He’s in great shape and super healthy.

Anyway, when Jon asked me “Should I get lavender tea?” I tried to throw it back on him. “Do you like lavender?” He said “Sure, I think so.” And he got the tea.

Ten minutes later we were mixing our two teas together because he couldn’t hack it. That’s marriage, people. 

* So the name Pig & A Jelly Jar seriously cracks me up, because it’s so Salt Lake City. It’s basically like “Hey check it out — we have bacon AND we serve drinks in a jelly jar!” In other words, every brunch spot in San Francisco. Not to be mean. It was actually scrumpdilliotious.