Singing With Spatulas

Oh the fun we used to have hanging out at my apartment! Today I'm thinking of my California friends that I had so much fun with before I settled down and got married. We could be a wild bunch, you might say. Not wild in the normal way, I guess. I mean, we didn't smoke or drink or break laws (although we accidentally broke the apartment's quiet hour rules once) or do any of that kind of stuff. We had good, clean fun, and when I say fun, I mean F-U-N. Sometimes it was all of us, whoever happened to show up, and we would play weird games like silent football, or the vegetable game (and by the way, kumquat STILL isn't a vegetable.) Or we would bust out the book of questions and really get some good, deep conversations going. Once, when Jason was the only guy to show up (poor sap) he got a mary kay facial. Sometimes we played truth or dare, but not all that often because nobody really wanted to know the truth. One night we stayed up so late that nobody went home until I had to leave for work--it was the last day of school, and it probably wasn't the best idea to get no sleep the night before! (Thanks for going with me that day, Patty, and helping me get everything done.) Once my couch got broken by one of our more overzealous friends. (can't say who, because he still lives in denial of that experience). We laughed and did all kinds of weird things. Sometimes when it was just us girls, we did things that were just plain weird--but we'd do them again in a heartbeat! We would turn on Abba or the Dixie Chicks, and bust out the wooden spoons and spatulas and sing our hearts out along with the CD. One day we highlighted hair, another time we painted big cardboard decorations for a YSA activity, and sometimes we just sat around trying to figure out the mystery that was men. (We never did quite figure that one out, did we?) But whatever we did, we had a lot of fun and made memories and friends that will last forever. We were such a funny bunch, always making eachother laugh beyond control. We went to dances and planned big group dates and went to movies, one summer we went to a weekly thing we called Water Wars, another time we went on a trip to Angel Island and then over to Pier 39 to try and make sense of the conversations the sea lions were having with eachother, there were those times we went to a retreat called Moonlight in the Mountains, always a lot of fun, and Thursday nights at the Baker's barn, and round the world ping pong, and going to Denny's in the middle of the night to hang out (I always liked it when our friend, Bob, a Denny's waiter, made roses out of napkins for us) and then the time we participated in a musical that our friend wrote for pioneer day--and we also shared our love for the Savior, our testimonies of the gospel, and our committment to serving the Lord and eachother in any way we could. I always appreciated the good friends, relationships and experiences during those couple of years. So if any of you ever venture over to this blog, thanks for the good ol' days. Love you guys!