We went to Provo Friday night for the purpose of attending the “Images of Christ” exhibit at the BYU Museum of Art. If you live in Utah, you’d better get to it — it closes June 16, and is 100% worth your time. Lots of pieces from well-known artists (Rembrandt, Bloch, …) as well as some done just for the show by local artists. My current favorite, Brian Kershisnik, contributed the following nativity:
You need to see this piece in person to appreciate it — it is huge and the faces of the angels are wonderful. (I couldn’t find a bigger image online, and the above really doesn’t do it justice — go see it in person!)
So, in order to fully enjoy the above-mentioned show, I had devised a plan. We met my darling sister Anne, and her most-attractive family for dinner at Brick Oven, which is a Provo institution, for those of you not familiar. The best thing about it, other than the food, which we love, is that they don’t bat an eye when you tell them “party of nine, two high chairs.” They are used to huge parties and lots of kids (because of their proximity to BYU), so we knew we’d be able to relax and enjoy ourselves without any of the dirty looks from the staff and other diners that we dread at some restaurants.
Following dinner, Anne and Taylor had agreed to entertain our brood at their apartment so we could go to the museum sans offspring. When we arrived at their apartment (they live in university housing), Taylor wanted to show us their new toy, the VESPA! Why didn’t we take it on the short ride (maybe half a mile) to the museum? I’m sure all parties involved were shocked when I agreed, without even listing all of my concerns about the safety of this activity. Don’t we look cool? (Please notice our very safe, sensible, boring minivan in the background.)
Well, let me tell you all of the important things we learned on this short trip.
#1. A trip around the parking lot does not constitute “learning to drive a motorcycle” for a man who has never driven one before. One might even attract the attention of a kindly police officer because of one’s “erratic driving.”
#2. A motorcycle license is required when driving a Vespa, according to above-mentioned kindly officer who pulled us over.
#3. When borrowing a vehicle of any kind, be sure the vehicle has up-to-date registration! The Vespa had been sitting in a garage for about a year before they bought it, so had expired plates, and my lovely and bright sister had not yet registered it in their names. Kindly police officer was kind enough not to impound it, but apparently could have.
Matt is still talking about his moment driving the Vespa (“Hey, wouldn’t it be cool to drive a motorcycle across Nevada?”) but I’ll be happy to stick with my minivan. It was definitely the most exciting date we’ve had in a while, though….