Midnight Nachos

22 Apr


When I told Michael I was doing the A-Z challenge, he respectfully requested that “M” be for Midnight Nachos.

Since I’m nothing but an accommodating, even-tempered individual who writes on command, I said, “OK.”

And look.  We made it!  I made it to M!

There were some dark days there where we wondered if that would even happen, but now on the other side it’s hard to remember a time before this sweet, sweet victory.

Michael, I hope you are enjoying this.

I can’t really pinpoint when the Michael midnight nachos tradition began.  It seems like it’s always been happening, or rather, should always have been happening.  Michael and I both grew up in South Jordan, UT, a town where most everyone sleeps at normal hours, and yet neither of us sleep at normal hours.

Midnight hangouts were the natural next to step in our relationship.  Midnight nachos shortly followed.

There’s only one place in the Salt Lake Valley that makes nachos after midnight, and it’s a bit of a drive, so midnight nachos always includes a lot of One Direction, a very specific order (no sour cream, half the amount of guac, this is a weird nacho place, people) and then a drive back to SoJo for our drinks.

Some time around 1:00AM we end up in an empty parking lot with a whole lot of cheese.

The nachos are generally as bad as you would think they would be, which is part of the charm.  Michael glares at me and says, “What is this?” and I say ,“Don’t look!  Let me add the 25th green salsa to it!” and then Michael scoops up the meat and says, “No really what is this” and then I shove nachos in his face.

Hilary recently said she met the male version of herself and I said, “I have no idea who that even would be for me! What is life?” and then 30 seconds later I said, “Oh wait.  It’s obviously Michael.”


PS in the middle of a post: Last month Michael was Bruce Jenner for a costume party, and it still pains me every day that I was unable to accompany him as Kris.

Should I have used frequent flier miles and dramatically met him in Salt Lake wearing a leopard print dress?

Should I have cashed out my 401K for this dream?

Should I get a 401K so I can cash it out next time he dons a tracksuit?


(PS over.)

Somewhere along the way, these midnight nacho trips turned into “tell all our secrets” trips.  It’s to the point where every time Michael pulls into my parents’ house and I sneak out feeling like I’m 16, I wonder what life-shattering reveal will happen that night.

Also, I never really snuck out at 16, and I’m clearly not sneaking out now as an adult, but something about standing in my parents’ driveway barefoot, at midnight, with a Sesame Street blanket wrapped around me feels very 16-and-sneaking.

Maybe it’s the One Direction.

I don’t often imagine living in Utah these days.  Utah doesn’t match up well with my current life and career goals and California stole my heart and refuses to let go.  But every once in a while,when I’m home visiting and Michael pulls into my driveway and I say, “OK so I’m in the craziest mood.  Also, where are your silk pajamas?” I consider it.

I consider investing in Utah real estate.

Because if you have someone in your life who understands the importance of a regular midnight nachos trip…

Well, that’s just not something to be taken lightly, is it?

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5 Responses to “Midnight Nachos”

  1. Cheri @ Overactive Blogger April 22, 2014 at 12:41 pm #

    I love love love this idea of midnight nachos, mainly because of the One Direction that’s involved. As I write this, 1D is blaring on my Demi Lovato station on Pandora and I LOVE IT!

  2. stephanie (Travelcraft Journal) April 22, 2014 at 6:41 pm #

    Love this! My husband I have a thing for midnight cheeseburgers. But I could see nachos happening too.

  3. Sara April 22, 2014 at 8:00 pm #

    Such a perfect example of the nostalgia of home, growing up, & moving away — lovely post!! x

  4. chelsea April 24, 2014 at 11:43 am #

    This is so freaking adorable.

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