Final Cut with my beau

Last weekend Eric and I went down to Provo to attend an annual student film festival, Final Cut, and eat at an unbelievably good Japanese restaurant, Osaka. Both activities are things that we enjoyed while we were dating at BYU: Final Cut became a tradition after we saw the rave short "Peluca" there (the main character in "Peluca" was later adapted to become Napoleon in Napoleon Dynamite); Osaka was the first (and only) restaurant where the server knew my name and what I wanted (chicken sukiyaki). It was a good feeling, then, to go do these fun things with a handsome young man in his little red sports car.

It was an ever better feeling to go back with him now and to be in Provo again with him, watching Final Cut, and eating our sukiyaki and sashimi together. Magical Provo! It was like going home and breathing in a wonderful, familiar smell. 

  

Here's a picture of us going to a show in 2002. Eric has a funny smile because he was embarrassed that he had braces on.
Here's a picture of us after our date this weekend. Eric has a funny smile this time because he was being weird.
Oh, Eric. He's the spark of my life, the best way to make any day ten times better. I love 'im.