Burgerless and Embarrassed

A few weeks ago, in an attempt to get to know each other outside of the game of racquetball, we had a little racquetball team talent night. Turns out--we're talented. For our talent, Megan and I performed a rousing rendition of the well-loved EFY song "These are the Days". We did it mostly to be funny and it worked out pretty well because the team ended up joining in as back up singers.

Our coach, Val, loved this so much that she decided we should share our talents and testimonies with the young women in her ward. Little did I know that all I would get out of it was stolen food and embarrassment. Let's start from the beginning...

At approximately 6:30pm I drove to campus to pick Megan up from the anatomy lab. We were both starving and decided that we would have enough time to swing by Subway before heading to the activity. We got to Subway only to be greeted by a ten person long line and one amazingly slow worker. One. So...we ran across the street to the Creamery where there was no line and they promised our food would be ready in 5-8 minutes. So we ordered and waited. Bacon guacamole burgers. Is there anything more delicious? As if the line at Subway didn't tip us off that this night was doomed to fail, the ice machine was out of ice. Out of ice! Unbelievable. So we got our food, ran back across the street and got to the church building at 6:57. Three minutes to spare. Val suggested we put our burgers in the fridge before the program. Megan and I were inspired I think to eat a few bites of our burgers before leaving them in the kitchen. They were divine.

We had practiced our song that morning at racquetball practice and decided that we should make copies for everyone before tonight. Surprise, surprise, we all totally forgot. So I ran up to Val, we tracked down someone with library keys and I made seven copies in about two minutes. Hold your applause.

Looking at the program, I discovered that not only was our little musical number first, I was also supposed to give some "comments" before we performed. Yeah, didn't know that. So I made up something on the spot about my young women's experience and then we started. Oh. My. Goodness. I could not play the piano tonight. Once, I totally skipped a line and started playing the next one down. Another time, my page turner turned the page about three measures too soon. After awhile, I suddenly realized that I couldn't hear Megan singing at all. Turns out she lost her voice today because she's been sick. She apparently had a few laughter breakdowns throughout the song and even dropped her music once. It was by far the worst musical number I have ever participated in.

The rest of the program was pretty stellar. Everyone had excellent talents and shared some really profound and inspirational thoughts. Megan and I only detracted a little bit with a few minor fits of laughter. Suffice it to say, we were great examples...

After the program, there were refreshments. Well, what could go wrong with dessert? I'm not sure what happened but somebody touched something and a shower of glass bowls fell onto the kitchen floor and shattered. Then Val comes over, holding an empty bowl, fuming, saying that someone (presumably the young men) had eaten every single one of her cookies that she'd made. We were already feeling bad for the boys who would experience the Wrath of Val until Megan and I opened the fridge and discovered our guacamole bacon burgers had been eaten. Completely demolished. That really set Val off. I was almost in tears thinking of the poor suckers who ate those burgers and they fate they didn't know awaited them.

At 6:57, we strutted into a church building, full of hope and anxiously awaiting delicious burgers. At 8:33 we left the church--burgerless and embarrassed. Now, when I initially started this post, that was the end of the story. But never fear, the disaster lives on. Tonight we had an intramural soccer game--the semis. We're kind of a big deal (in division III...). It's the second half, we're tied 1-1, I attack a girl with the ball and the next thing I know, our legs are tangled up together and I'm on the ground with this awful burning sensation in my ankle. That's right, my first athletic injury. My ankle is swelled up to...I'd say about the size of a racquetball :) right now and I'm trying to treat myself using all the techniques I've been learning in school for 2 years now. It's going quite well and I think I'll be up and at 'em in no time (Mom, if you're reading this before I tell you, I really am a-ok and I didn't call you tonight because it's midnight there and it's definitely not worth waking you up so you can worry all night (: ).

Sorry about the novel but how's that for a night? Better luck tomorrow...