Dirty, Grilled, Days of 47. . . .

The roads were beyond bad, but there was a Party to be had in Logan.

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Aaron: We are going, Kate are you in?
Kate: Suicide!
Aaron: Die with us!

The roads were bad, topping out at only 40 mph from Salt Lake to Ogden.
Aaron yelling commands in my ear the entire ride. Bryan and Marcus in the back holding their breath at every lane change.

The party was wonderful, as all of Drew Van Dyke Parties are.
Dealers hired from Vegas to run the craps tables, cheese and crackers, drinks and more drinks, and dancing until your fishnet tights ripped open. It was great to see everyone dressed so classy.

I only took two pictures at the party and they were blurry, Bryan is not in them, Aaron is consumed in his tie and no one is looking at the camera. Real Nice.

(days later updating blog: just got this off the facebook-)

But really the best part of the little trip was ending the night at Drew's house.
Slumber party to the max in his basement, with a 10 foot flaming Christmas fire.
Telling 83 secrets, and attempting to steamroll Bryan.
Awaking in the morning to Being bounced/steamrolled, burrito-roll-shoved off my mattress, having baklava shoved in my mouth, then complaining that I'm not a morning person. Really?

These three boys rocked my world.

Not only does Drew throw a stellar party, he treats his house guests like kings.
Making up beds for us, and then having a orange juice spread in the morning. So great.

Such a great little trip to Logan, a part of my heart will always be in that valley.

(breaking the Sabbath, going out for breakfast in our PJs- can you believe it?!. . C.R.A.Z.Y!)