I woke up today sick as a dog. (I've never really understood that phrase because none of my dogs ever get sick, but adults us that and I want to join the in-crowd.) Thankfully I felt good enough just in time to join two of my fabulous roommates at The Awful Waffle, or as I like to call it, addicting batter sent down from the heavens that is fried in love (aka, oil) which is then drizzled with the nectar of the Gods.
Let's be serious... Even if dying of an illness (like I convinced myself of this morning) I would have still gotten myself out of bed because no one passes up The Awful Waffle. NO ONE.
We asked a couple on a date to take a picture of us in front of it. They asked if we were tourists and I answered in my head: "No, we are just fatties who like to document places that add a couple inches to our love handles, thank.you.very.much."
While at this glorious establishment we had the pleasure to meet Provo's hottest rapper. That's right ladies and gents, B-MONEY! He sure made our breakfast much more.... entertaining. If you don't know who this fellow is, here is one of his greatest hits. I promise you will die of laughter, cry due to extensive amounts of laughter, stop breathing due to the two physical side-effects above, have a life-changing experience.
After our eventful morning I volunteered at D.I. which was a humbling experience. Being in the service of others is truly a gift, one that I will never want to stop giving!
The adult session (so stoked that we can now go to the "adult" sesh! I AM A BIG GIRL NOW!) of Stake Conference was tonight, which was amazing! And even that is an understatement. I had the privilege to meet Elder Ronald A. Rasband. That's right, I met a general authority! I was cool, calm and collected while talking to him... But inside I was freaking out knowing that this man works with President Monson and the Apostles on a weekly basis! Yeah, no biggy.
After a spiritually edifying session I went to Haley's, one of my closest gals here, surprise party. Though it wasn't much of a surprise to her, we all had a glorious time. **I especially had a great time knowing that we would be having homemade chocolate cake which was delectable (Great job, Sinead!)
The beautiful party-honoree! Happy early birthday, Hales!
**If you want me to have a good time at your party, bring out scrumptious food and I promise you I will rant and rave about how your party was the best party of the year, which will then increase your street-cred, which means you will then need to pay me back for making you so popular. I accept any form of baked goods, preferably something that is sure to make me feel guilty after eating it.
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