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Since we only got to spend a short time on campus on Saturday, we headed back on Monday - apparently we're gluttons for punishment and enjoy being made to feel ancient. Some things remained the same from when we attended BYU.

The Wilk looked mostly the same - unfortunately some of our favourite Cougareat establishments were closed for summer or had a gigantic line so we I settled for Scoreboard Grill (Brandon never "settles" for a burger - it's always at the top of his list). We let Teagan wander around, spending time in the Terrace, where we remember watching the funeral services of Pope Jean Paul II in 2005 (on a smaller, bulkier TV I'm sure), eating with friends, chuckling at the medieval fighters and lining up for EFY Monday night dinners for weeks on end in 05 & 06. Aah, the memories.

The piano was still there. The caliber of musician allowed to play has declined significantly since our time.

A little yoga between classes can really reduce your stress level.

Despite what she thought the night previous, Teagan does need sleep, and caught a few winks while we poked around the ol' BYU Bookstore for some ridiculously overpriced church books and organ music.

Then we made our way to the Creamery on Ninth East (CONE - clever, no? What's not clever is arriving at that realization your senior year) but not before stopping off at my dorm...s. (I moved around a lot.) For the first few months of my freshman year (I deferred until January) I lived in Heritage Halls. Not knowing anyone, I opted to be assigned to a dorm without any sort of preferences listed, since I'm fairly agreeable and easy to get along with - Brandon, zip your lips. I ended up living in the "older" ward with sophomores, juniors and seniors who still lived in the dorms. I ended up meeting some really neat people and it helped that they had some experience and could help me find my way around. While it was fun, I felt like I missed out on the "freshman" experience and moved in with some super cool friends I'd made in another building for the summer, so I had the best of both worlds, really. It felt more than a little weird to be standing outside the dorm pushing a stroller where I used to say goodnight (read: shake hands) to dates. Time warp indeed.

Remembering a picture I took with my oh-so-cute roommate Tamara, nearly 10 years ago (YIKES!) I couldn't resist the urge to take a few jumping photos.

Although, this time, I was smart enough not to jump OFF. I learned something in college.

We would have stopped by Brandon's dorm, but it no longer exists :( After watching a few too many movies lately, we think "they" may be trying to erase him. The line about building dorms that are more 'earthquake resistant' is just an elaborate cover. We sleep with one eye open these days.We managed to get one last photo of it before it was torn down in 06. I'll have to check with him, but one of the rooms you see dangling here may have been his.

But I digress. The really important issue here is The Creamery. Same as it ever was, complete with Graham Canyon ice cream. I can't begin to describe the deliciousness. I'll let the collage speak for itself.

After a quick walk around campus, seeing what's new and what's old like us, we picked up an Urban Cowboy from Gandolfo's (is it bad that our fondest memories of Provo revolve around food?) and hit the road. It was such a fun weekend, filled with memories old and new. I realized that the saying "you can't go back" is especially true when it comes to your alma mater. So much of what I remember and love about college is tied up in the people I knew and loved that are no longer there. It was fun to be in the place, but it made me miss the people a lot. Anyone else had a weird time warp experience like that lately? It reminded me that we're that much closer to being these guys we had fun following on the way: