I’m not going to lie; it’s a hard life for me here in Cedar City.
After falling asleep in the witching hours of the night, I’ll wake up long after the sun has risen over the burnished mountains to stretch like a languid cat, pondering whether it feels like an iced-coffee-on-campus or a hot-coffee-at-The-Grind morning.
Lately, the lure of salted caramel soy lattes and pillowy-buttered toasted Asiago bagels at The Grind has proven too strong. If you live in Cedar City, you’ve likely seen me curled up in a comfy couch by the wall, headphones in so I can hum along to Pandora’s Disney station while trying (and failing) to catch up on emails.
Sometimes, I might sneakily nibble on a bar of chocolate while editing photos, finding myself pleasantly surprised by the rich silky toffee cream fudge brownie flavours of something like Amberlyn sugar free dark chocolate with cocoa nibs.
Or perhaps I’ll choose to sit on a bench in the brightness near the Adams Theatre, soaking up sunshine like a lizard while listening to podcasts, completely unaware that my left leg is getting sunburnt in stripes while the right remains completely untouched.
If Sam’s busy working for hours, then I’ll wander over for a chat with William Shakespeare. It’s only polite to thank him for his contribution to my happiness, after all, as I wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t put pen to paper oh-so-many years ago.
(Yes, that is my hand quite high on his thigh right there. What can I say? Wills and I have a love that is timeless.)
If I’m running low on vegetables, I might poke and prod Sam until I convince him to ride with me to the grocery store. At the grocery store, I’ll make a point of choking with laughter over America’s ability to turn its most sugary of cereals into even more sugary baked goods.
Or even even even more sugary muesli bar-esque treats. (Seriously, who decided that it would be a good idea to take the sweetest cereal known to man and glue it together with more syrup?)
To get in the spirit for one of the Festival’s breathtaking shows (say, for example, Titus Andronicus, which took my breath away with its heady-thrilling, stylised-terrifying, emotive-dramatic-sweeping everything-everything [watch the video at that link, if you can]), I’ll consider settling down to watch The Greenshow. One night this may feature Romanian folktales, and another night Scottish sheepthrowing:
But what The Greenshow never fails to feature are the talented actors, dancers, and singers whom I’ve been honoured to chat, laugh, hug, and drink with over this past fortnight. And speaking of drinking…
To unwind after such stressful and taxing days as I’ve just described, I might skip along (once the night shows have finished) to a local bar, where free pool on Wednesdays entices musicians, performers, dressers and techies to congregate alike (though we all know to never, ever, ever touch the stripper’s pole in the centre of the dancefloor).
Utah’s drinking laws may mean that the beer is specially made to be no stronger than 3.2% alcohol, and the cocktails contain no more than one shot each, but you know what? For this lightweight, a one shot Pineapple Upside-Down Cake is just about perfect, particularly when your new friend Matt buys it for you.
It turns out that drinkable cake is delicious in all the ways.