Focaccia!

Another couple of crazy weeks gone by. Last Saturday I went on a double date with my roommate. It was the first time we had been invited out on a date together. We went rock climbing which was a lot of fun. Well, we like to say 3/4 of the date was fun. We liked the activity, we liked being with each other, and we liked one of our dates. The other was well... you meet all kinds of people here. :p And, no comment on whether it was her or my date.

Anyhow at one point during the date we had a little fire to roast marshmallows. My date served a mission in Italy so he knew Italian. I know Spanish so I thought I'd have some fun con la lenguaje. As he was building the fire I said in a somewhat sultry voice Que bella. To which he responded Mama Mia! Lake was like what the heck are you saying. So I repeated the conversation and she blurted out loudly "well then... Focaccia! Rigatoni!" I love her.

But my life has been full of white Utahns who know Italian. Especially one in particular... That's right! Emily has finally progressed to developing a crush on a boy! Who knows where this will lead. At least I know I'm not asexual. ;)