Here is a problem: When family of friends come to visit, you consider it a "vacation" to eat whatever you like while they are here. After all, what kind of hostess would you be if you didn't? A boring one that's for sure. So you hit up all the finest Provo has to offer and you do so with no regrets. Feeling so justified in these piggy ways because you have to be the good tour guide. Where is the problem in that you ask? Here it is: Here at the Easton Establishment we seem to be having visitors every other weekend these days. Holy cow... literally.
The recent visitor (AKA Diet Sabatoger) : The Jan Claw. She spent the weekend on our blow up matress in apartment #28 and we partied. Magleby's breakfast, in-n-out, Letter's to Juliet, late night private party for 4 at The Slab ( oh SOOO tasty), Series finale Lost sob fest (To which I spend every night since discussing the show with my husband until the wee hours of the morning. Call me crazy, it was THAT good) Don't let me get off track...and then we ate some more...like A LOT more. This happens every time someone comes into town. I love it. I hate it. But mostly I love it.
We miss you Jan Claw, but my bootie thanks you!
Oh my gosh, I loooved the LOST finale. Brandon and I both cried and watched it multiple times. I wish I were there to eat with you and talk about LOST with you!! Miss you
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