Only In Utah
I've been looking forward to tonight's Relief Society broadcast all week, partly for the spiritual uplift and partly for the opportunity to have a nice meal and get out of the house for a little while by myself. Our stake was planning a dinner at 5:00 and then we would watch the broadcast together. I was a little late getting out the door, but still surprised by how full the stake center cultural hall was when I got there. I noticed a sign announcing the event and noting that dinner started at 4:30, so I felt embarrassed and slunk around the back to grab a plate at the buffet. There was a nice spread of pasta and salad, so I filled up my plate and took my seat at a table with an empty spot. There I nodded at the other women seated near me and tried to concentrate on my food while surreptitiously looking around to see if I recognized anyone. I found it odd that I didn't see anyone I recognized at all; I've only been in my ward for a few months but I have started to make some friends. Also, most of the women were quite young (younger than 30) with only a few older ones thrown in. That seemed suspicious given the demographic of my ward and my neighborhood. So I quickly finished my dinner, grabbed my bag, and headed to the foyer to look around. Sure enough, when I looked more closely at the sign it announced that the event was for the BYU 30th Stake (or some large number like that).
The thing is, the building is one of two on the same large lot. I had gone to it for the temple dedication, after looking up the stake center address on the computer. I didn't write down the address because I could picture the buildings in my head and was pretty sure I knew that at least one of them was at that particular address. So I headed over to the other building. This one had a sign announcing dinner after the broadcast, and the women there didn't seem right either, so I wandered around a bit and realized that all the offices said things like "BYU 184th ward bishop" on them. Somehow I managed to find two stake centers and neither one was mine. Thankfully I had a cell phone and so I called Mr. Fob and had him look up the address for me. Turns out that that it was about a block north of where I was actually at. And apparently in Utah it is possible to have three stake centers within two blocks of each other. I was able to find the right place, and some familiar faces, just in time for the broadcast. At least the pasta I had at the first place was tasty--BYU catering always does a good job.
The thing is, the building is one of two on the same large lot. I had gone to it for the temple dedication, after looking up the stake center address on the computer. I didn't write down the address because I could picture the buildings in my head and was pretty sure I knew that at least one of them was at that particular address. So I headed over to the other building. This one had a sign announcing dinner after the broadcast, and the women there didn't seem right either, so I wandered around a bit and realized that all the offices said things like "BYU 184th ward bishop" on them. Somehow I managed to find two stake centers and neither one was mine. Thankfully I had a cell phone and so I called Mr. Fob and had him look up the address for me. Turns out that that it was about a block north of where I was actually at. And apparently in Utah it is possible to have three stake centers within two blocks of each other. I was able to find the right place, and some familiar faces, just in time for the broadcast. At least the pasta I had at the first place was tasty--BYU catering always does a good job.
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I mean... "You'd better start going to RS or else you might 'corrupt' all the virgins in YW with your fetus."
OR... you just would've had random plates of cookies showing up on your doorstep from the RS presidency, to fellowship you back into the fold.