My poor Spanish homework was neglected last night in favor of the ward birthday dinner and Sister Matheson's cooking. The February-born of the ward and a few others got to enjoy the homemade gourmet that comes out of that wondrous kitchen. We stuffed ourselves until we felt ill and couldn't eat any more. Then they announced dessert and we loaded our plates with ice cream and three varieties of cake and ate some more.
I thought for sure that I would have to roll to all of my classes this morning on my side, but the laughing-until-I-cried totally counter-acted the effects of the hearty meal. My table-mates were epic. This one guy was telling us stories about his past lady-loves and how disastrously they all went when he finally got up the guts to try to hold their hands. He told us that after the last time, he decided he needed some "training." Apparently he red-boxed every movie he could find with words like "love" and "heart" in the title. For an entire week he would go to class, then go home and watch four chick flicks a day, back to back.
Later on in the meal, his roommate and said roommate's girlfriend were arguing about how the K on her laptop got broken. The first guy was looking at the couple like, "Could you please shut up now?" while another girl at our table (Mo: one of the coolest, most genuine people on the planet) said, "That's the foundation of marital bliss" and beamed at them.
That's just a sampling of the evening's entertainment. It was definitely one of those you-had-to-be-there affairs.
My advice for anyone who needs a good laugh is to go to an activity organized by LDS young single adults.
My ward is awesome.
Listening to: "Head Over Heels" by the Go-Go's
Reading: Timeline by Michael Crichton