Pizza, Perseids, and pizzazz

So this past Wednesday we finally pulled out the pizza stone we got as a wedding present. I have no idea how a pizza stone lay unused that long in our home, but it has now been put to good use. Stephanie made the dough and pizza sauce from scratch, and I helped out with the toppings—though I may have eaten more olives than I actually sliced.

Steph did a great job on the pizza. It. Was. Delicious.

Homemade pizza. Yum!

Thursday night we went up the canyon to watch the Perseids meteor shower with Stephanie's friend from work and her husband. At first we drove up to the overlook at Squaw Peak, but apparently half the people in Provo had the same idea. Also, the city lights made it hard to see the sky, and someone near us started singing, "Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars...." So we left.

We drove back down the mountain in a different direction, pulled off to the side of the road and threw some blankets down. We were alone, it was quiet—except for the occasional car we thought would run us over in the dark—and we were able to see quite a few shooting stars. It was totally worth it.

The next evening, spurred on by extra energy and an insatiable need for more pizza, we decided to go to Salt Lake for our date night. We went to The Pie—one of our favorite pizza places—for dinner, went to Temple Square to see the new scale model of the Salt Lake Temple, and walked around the Gateway Mall. We got our pizza fix, wore ourselves out completely, and had a great time.