Senior Special

Nate and I went to IHOP today. This was the first IHOP I had ever been to that didn't smell like throw-up (considering I've only been in 2 in my entire life, this was a step in the right direction). I had a craving for breakfast foods, but I wasn't really hungry, so I wanted to order off the kids menu. I also wanted to order off it, because I wanted a "Grandslam" and Nate had to inform me multiple times that we weren't at Denny's. When our waitress came, she seemed really uneasy about me ordering off the kids menu. She began looking around the room, shifting her weight, and rubbing her forehead. I, trying to ease the situation and use some charm, stated that I wanted it for it's portion size. She stated, "Well, what do you want?". I stated "French toast and bacon". She said, "Well, you can get the senior special" because it will get me what I want, at the portion size I want, and satisfy the "watching eye" (which she stated while continually scanning the ceiling). She also made comments how giving someone the senior special flies under the radar better than a kids menu. This may be true judging by the fact there were no kids in sight, and the average age of customers (minus Nate and I) was probably 60.

She gave me the plate stating "You need to be 55 to eat this" and walked away quickly. I said "I can be 55 today".

Seattle or Bust

Nate and I spent a few days in Seattle so Nate could meet the family.

I took Nate to my favorite restaurant.

My dad took some engagement photos.




We went to the temple to look at our sealing room.

It rained and snowed and delayed school.

I showed Nate downtown.

We went on a ferry so that Nate could prepare for a possible cruise/honeymoon.



Bonnie, my mom, and Katie threw me an amazing shower.

And we survived.