Taking pictures is like keeping a journal, and if I don't take a lot of pictures, I barely remember what happens.
Take this past weekend, for example. I can hardly piece it together.
I think I went to Cafe Rio with Andrew and Heather but my only picture is from when I accidentally took a picture of the table at the restaurant.
And apparently that night I had a cheeseburger from the A&W?
Thanksgiving. I don't know if we ate anything, but Grandma learned to video chat (which I haven't even done myself) while Jen showed off her baby.
I do remember that it can be very hard to find food for sale on your way to Logan on Thanksgiving night, but "luckily" I found a Beto's that was open.
If you, like me, haven't eaten at Beto's for a few years, it's best to keep it that way. Oh, who am I kidding. Beto's is the most delicious bad food there is.
As I showed up before, I remember going to the park in Logan quite well, but apparently another thing about Logan is that they have electricity.
One morning I watched Emily wrap a
Someone got married, we were trying to find Erin Sanchez at the wedding. On Temple Square.
This is a big picture of who got married, like I said, I was just stopping by, looking for Erin.
One thing I remember very vividly: Blue Iguana with Dirk, Jo, Niall (my Glasgow-Penpal), and Mitch.
Another thing. I got to borrow my Cousin Spencer's car.
And those, honestly, are all I have to show for my Thanksgiving in Utah.
Wait. I forgot one.