Dancin'

Wednesday Kristi had class at 9am until noon-ish. I decided that I'd get up and get ready right along with her, and then on her way to class she could drop me off at the temple where I could do some baptisms and then walk down the hill to Kristi's house and then chill there until she was done. The Rexburg temple is not as busy as the Provo temple, so I was in and out with no waiting and no problem. It was funny though. We had called the temple to make sure that I could come during open time, but Kristi's mom was worried that I was supposed to bring my own priesthood brethren so when I got there I double checked that I wasn't supposed to bring anyone. The one guy told me no and the other guy said, "well, you've been here before haven't you?" No, actually, that was my first time. So that guy shows me where to go and when I go to the counter to get my clothes he tells the lady that this is my first time because I'm too young to have done this before. Hmmmm? That's not what I meant when I said I'd never been here, I just meant not at that temple. And I'm pretty sure that 12 is old enough to be going there, so I definitely look older than 12.

Yeah, but having no wait and no problem was actually kind of a problem. I was out of the temple by 9:30, no joke. So I still had a lot of time to kill before Kristi was done with classes. I walked around the temple grounds but that only took like 2 minutes, so instead of walking down the hill to Kristi's house, I walked up the hill to see what I could see (oh, yeah, that's a mountain not a hill, and a bear not me). It was a gorgeous day outside, all bright and sunny, and I had put flip flops in my bag so I didn't have to wear church shoes on my walk (because that would have hurt). But I was still in a skirt and so wasn't in an as adventurous mood and so my detour walk didn't even take up as much time as maybe I would have liked.

I got back to Kristi's around 10:30 probably and read scriptures (a good activity to do after going to the temple). I did something else until it was time for Kristi to be done with classes, but she called and told me that she still had to study for and then take a test. Dang shoot. I grabbed a movie and headed downstairs. Luckily Kristi owned a couple movies I hadn't seen because when she had school work to do, that's what I resorted to. While she was studying and taking her test I watched "No Reservations" which is a super cute chick flick. And then on Thursday when she had a study group or something I watched one of the Fast and Furious movies that I hadn't seen, I think it was the second one.

By the time Kristi got done, it was like 4:00. So there was no time to go to the ice caves because we wouldn't be able to make it back in time for country dancing. I'm not quite sure what we did, probably a whole lot of nothing until it was time to go country dancing.

I had mixed feelings about it. At first I was super excited to go, but then at the bonfire, Kate was talking about how it's not great because the stupid boys only ask the obnoxious girls to dance, and she went on and on. That for sure made me less excited to go and hold up the wall. I was able to get myself excited again as the day rolled on, but then when it was time to get ready, I put some rap music on, and then by time I was ready, I wanted to go clubbing, not country dancing :o) And then I was not excited again once I found out that Kristi had made us miss the beginning where they teach you how to do everything. The dance goes from 7 to 10 with the first hour being an hour of instruction. We didn't show up until 8. Poody.

It ended up being total fun though. Kristi struck up a conversation with a boy and he asked her to dance. She told him that it was my first time here and he was about to ask me to dance, when he found out I was from California and got scared. I'm not even kidding you. When I said I was from San Diego, he took a step back. Ouch! He said that his old roommates were from California, and I guess they didn't really get along or something, because he was just about to ask me to dance until that. Whatev' his loss :o) I did get asked to dance, plenty, so it was a lot of fun. Although, I felt guilty every time a guy asked me to dance because I know it's more fun to dance with someone who knows what they're doing. Whenever a guy would ask me if I wanted to dance, I'd say "I'd love to, but I've got to warn you that I have no idea what I'm doing." They all said it was fine, led me out onto the floor, and then they all ended up complimenting me on how well I was doing for my first time- well, except for Ian. Ian made fun of me because I was concentrating so hard on my feet. He told me that he wasn't that scary and that I didn't have to be worried about screwing up because he wasn't going to get mad. He was the first boy I danced with and actually looked at, because I had to stop looking at my feet after he called me out on it.

People always ask me what type of boy I go for, and I usually tell them that I'm not too picky and I'll usually go with whoever asks. I thought I was telling the truth, but that night I figured out my real type. It's sick, but I'm attracted to scrawny little boys from Houston Texas. Kristi tried to keep pointing out cute boys to me while we were at the dance, but I just didn't see what she was talking about, we obviously have different tastes. The only boy that I was attracted to there was Ian (the smart alec who called me out), and he just so happened to be a scrawny little boy from Houston.

After the dance, it's tradition for the gang (Kristi's gang, obviously not mine) to go to Dairy Queen. So that was our next stop. Apparently they always stay until close (11) and then once they get kicked out, they head over to Broc's to play pool. Well, Broc was busy that night (we're all guessing he was out getting cosy with a girl) and so after Dairy Queen we headed home to get some rest.