On a Scale of 1 to Fun...

There's one phrase I've heard from my professors more than any other: "You can take the boy out of boy scouts, but you can't take the boy scouts out of the boy."
I spent this weekend doing a whole lot of nothing but roommate bonding. The voice of reason in my head usually tends to scold me for being unproductive, but in this case, the time was well-spent. After completing some large-scale projects and field-trips, I needed some mental unwinding.
So Saturday afternoon, we went to Idaho Falls ("I.F." to the locals) and had lunch at Olive Garden. Then we went to Target and bought matching green dinosaur print glow-in-the-dark footy jammies. After searching the store, we found some in the boys clothing. The XL in boy size are surprisingly huge for boys PJs.
Saturday Night was officially our roommate-sleepover in the living room. That meant footy-jammies, party music, lots of brownies, apples to apples, and Nacho Libre, which lasted until about 4am 'til we were finally all asleep. The waking hours brought with them sore toes. The stretched feet of the PJs caused my toes to curl up while I slept. I might need to cut the feet off the bottom, like my mom did when I was out-growing them. I learned a few things from this experience: wearing footy PJs can make you feel decades younger, church meetings at 1:30pm make for unreasonably late Saturday night activities, and my roommates are a lot of fun.
I feel really fortunate to have been assigned to live with these guys. In the picture: (on the couch) Kyle, Levi, Trevik, and Me, (in front)Tom and Parley.
I can honestly say that I wouldn't trade my experiences at College for anything.