So, there is this place called Sammy's. It's a restaurant and they sell shakes and sandwiches, mostly. There is one in Provo as well, so you may have heard of this place. For some reason, the signature thing about Sammy's is the mustache. You can't look anywhere in that place and not see a mustache. Either it's drawn on a celebrity on the wall, on a wooden potato hanging up or a picture of Sammy himself. Anyway, every Monday is Mustache Monday. If you come in on a Monday night wearing a mustache, you get a grilled cheese sandwich for 80 cents. (I just realized that keyboards don't have cents signs. hmm...)
So, for FHE we bought some mustaches, courtesy of Emily, and we headed off to Sammy's. One of the boys took Jessa's that she refused to wear and the other took the thing that is on Julie's eyebrow. The other two boys didn't want to come, because they are lame.
Everyone that saw us knew where we were heading. "Sammy's?"
"Hey, I like your mustaches!"
"Grilled Cheese at Sammy's!" They all knew it. And they liked it.
Rexburg
and it's traditions......
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