Friday afternoon Lol and I piled into my car for the 'you've-made-it-through-the-first-five-weeks-of-school-so-you-deserve-to-see-mom' freshman year trip for Lolly. That's a thing, right? I remember making it until mid October of my freshman year without crying on the phone to my mom. And when I finally did, I think it would have been better to get it out in spurts, because my crazy crying caused my mom to buy a ticket that night. But now it's become a tradition.
We made it on time to crash the last ten minutes of dinner at Pizzaria 712. We had both already eaten, but that didn't stop the waiter from bringing us hummus and pita bread. Twice. Even though we didn't eat the first one.
Saturday we headed to Salt Lake for fall shopping. Lolly is ready to let all boys on campus aware of her priorities:
Then we had the best dinner ever:
Utah treated me well with beautiful weather, and my favorite company.