Sometimes, you wake up, relieved it's the weekend and you have nothing to do until 4.
You proceed to do nothing except for work out, listen to fantastic music (it's an Arcade Fire kind of day. With some mixed in Bon Iver, but let's be honest, every day is a Bon Iver day), and window shop online.
At like 2:30, right before you were going to shower and get ready, you find out that Shade is having a really fantastic online sale. You find a ton of things that you needed for your mission anyway, on super-sale, promptly lose your debit card (ya know, the new one, that was in your pocket, that you got in the mail
today to replace the old one that had been misplaced and was expiring soon anyway), frantically look for it, and don't find it, so your mother insists that you use hers and pay her back so you can get all the things you need.
After that, you look at the clock. 3:30. What?! When did that happen? You shower and get ready in record-shattering time, hurry down to your aunt and uncle's house with your family for like an hour to see your
adorable newborn cousin(!!!), then, ravenous, head off to Salt Lake to go to dinner for your sister's fourteenth birthday (even though there is definitely no way she's fourteen already. What even? The lies they feed you...), where you spend the entire time antsy and fidgety because you're going to aforementioned sister's school's musical at 7:30, and you're not even seated until 6:50, so food doesn't come until 7:20.
When the food
does come, you and two of your sisters (sixteen and fourteen) shovel it in (seriously. Like... Wild animal status), speed-walk, past the confused waiter who was bringing you water refills, out of Olive Garden, and half-walk-half-book-it to Rose Wagner, two blocks away. The play has already started, and the house manager says you have to wait five minutes to go up to your seats. That's right, not until the end of the scene, which is in about two minutes. Five. Which puts you walking to your seats in the middle of the next scene... Awkward and rude.
For the next 2 hours, you watch the high school musical theatre class from Legacy Preparatory Academy put on an
incredible production of Sweeney Todd (which you already loved), the school edition, and you get to see some of your favorite people, who you haven't seen in ages, do spectacular jobs in some of your favorite roles! The impeccable acting; the right-on notes; the clever blocking; the fantastic covers of goofs. No, it's not Broadway, but for a high school? Holy cow!
After nearly tearing up because it was so good, the house lights come on, and you rush down to the lobby to congratulate everyone! You find the people you know and love, the people you don't really know, but who did a great job too, and the people who you have definitely never met before, but they were just so good that you have to say something. Hugs and compliments are given in abundance. And high fives, of course! Oh, and you and your sisters might get enveloped in a marvelous jelly donut of a hug (the dough is a little bit varied, but there's that Anjewierden filling), which, sadly, no one gets a picture of. You collect phone numbers of people you'd like to "hang out" with before you leave in a month, crack (and proceed to laugh at) loud and hopefully witty jokes ("Yeah, now I get to start soccer." "Well, that's a whole different
ballgame."), laugh uproariously at funny people ("I've always wanted to be fat." "Well, this is America. You can live your dreams!"), and even indulge in a bit of not creepy/good-natured creeping. Eventually, you start to say strange things that don't make any sense, probably confuse those in your general vicinity, and then decide it's time to go home.
On the walk back to the car, maybe you spot some ridiculously drunk people, and maybe your sister has never seen a legitimately drunk person, and her reaction is hilarious ("Ha! This is on my bucket list!"). You laugh and have a good time in the car on the way home, then walk in the door at home to find not one, but three letters address to you, sitting on the counter - one a letter with heart confetti from a
cute, considerate woman who sends fun mail to many a soul, another a missionary valentine from a great friend who sure knows how to make a girl's day, and the third a surprise letter from a good friend's missionary companion, telling you he didn't have any other girls to write, but was told you are "pretty cute," and that he'd love to get a letter from you (and he "wouldn't mind a picture," either, hahaha).
Oh, and then you find fun pictures from last summer on your memory card! Because apparently you have more than one SD card that works. Huh.
(Actually, Katie (the girl with me two photos up), Evan and Kyle (yellow and blue shirt directly above, respectively) were in Sweeney! Kyle was Sweeney, Evan was Pirelli, and Katie was in the ensemble! So great. So. Great.)
After everything is said and done... You go and you write a blog post about it. Because really... It was the best kind of day. Thank you to everyone who contributed to it. :)
