But back to the real news. Man has the past week been killer. The best yet. It started Tuesday, February 9 when I woke up at 5 a.m. with great anticipation of the Fun. concert that was to happen that night. Sure, a handful of my friends canceled on me at the last minute, but that didn't matter. I could rock out with Nate-dogg by myself. Well my friend Sister Peterson and her roommate graced me with their presence once I was up in Salt Lake. Although her roommate was there to see Jack's Mannequin (6 out of 10 stars), they came so I didn't look like an idiot 26-year-old law student head banging in the middle of pre-pubescent teenagers in midriffs who had been dropped off by their mothers.
Funny moments of this night:
1. I hadn't been to In the Venue since before my mission so I was a little rusty on directions. I turned a corner and saw a line of really sketchy characters. Thinking it was the line to get in, I immediately parked and prayed I wouldn't get hurt. When I got there, I realized they were all homeless people waiting in line at a shelter. I walked another three blocks to the actual venue. And like a scared little girl, found two girls walking to the concert and started chatting them up so I didn't have to walk alone.
2. This was the first time I had seen Sister Peterson since her mission. She was a missionary in my parents ward when I returned home from my mission. Later she was the missionary in the singles ward that I attended once I decided to interact with the opposite sex. So the only interaction Sister Peterson andIi had had was to and from gospel lessons. Sure, we may have gotten side tracked talking about Band of Horses and other super great indie bands, but still...seeing Sister Peterson in real clothes and me screaming "I'm not a prophet but I'm here to profit" at the top of my lungs made me about 25 percent self-conscious.
3. The whole crowd was getting anxious between the opening act (Vedera) and Fun. I had a sneaky feeling a lot of people were there to see Fun., so I decided to take matters into my own hands. I was going to start a chant. I tapped the 15-year old boy in front of me and asked who he and his five other high school friends were here to see. "We're here to see Fun.," they answered." I then told them that I was going to start a chant to encourage Fun. up on the stage faster.
"At the count of three, yell 'we want fun.' One, two, three." We all started to chant. It was a little uncomfortable at first. I hate leading without followers, but as soon as I saw that it wasn't going to be a total bust I continued onward. Shortly thereafter, guess who appeared on stage? Yes. Fun. Fun, right?
I'm a horrible photographer but even I can tell that this picture is super sweet. Look, I got Nate singing--twice--in the same picture. Yes, I posted this picture.
Here's Sister Peterson, her roommate, and me all having a great time at the concerto.
But the most fun of the evening came when I went to get an autograph. I went over and saw the keyboardist from Fun and other weirdos I didn't recognize signing all the teeny bopper paraphernalia. I waited awhile because I figured I was too old, cool, and smart to wait in a line. But when I saw the line wasn't dying down, I just jumped right up to the front and said, "Hey Andrew." The keyboardist looked at me as if to find a long lost friend. What stood in front of him? The woman of his dreams:
We chatted for a bit, I complimented him on his left-handedness, and he cheekily signed my shoe:
Yep. He drew a cat. And when I put down my shoe, he said, "No wait! I need to add whiskers!" You can whisker me any day, Andrew.
Fast forward a few days...
The J. Reuben Clark Law Society took place in Salt Lake this year so I took advantage. Afterward I hiked Ensign Peak with a favorite mission companion, Kim-Dizzle. We somehow forgot that it was February and it had been snowing so the pathway up to the peak was inches deep in delicious mudcakes. By the time we got down, our shoes had more foliage on them than the mountain. This is my beautiful mud shoe companion and me at the summit:
The next day I jumped plane to Texas where my sisters had planned a Girl's Day Out at the lakehouse in honor of my arrival (and singledom) for Valentine's Day. Some of the pictures are for our eyes only but others are too cute to leave to just Payne-girl knowledge. Here are some of my favs.
Homemade lunch in the ivy-kissed gazebo. That's right. I called it that.
What are we, in high school?
The obligatory jumping picture...always a crowd pleaser. (We love: My glasses, Emily's mouse ears, Sherrie's expression, and Maria's hand.)
Sherrie wanted this one, but then called me out on stealing the show. Typical. I can't help my good genes.
Then Maria made these trans fat-dipped, delicious, artery-clogging desserts that we gobbled up pretty quickly.
Thank you, treasure island, for showing us such a good time. Love, Sherrie, Emily, Maria, and Sara. (We missed you Tina, Jenny, and Mom.)
And that was just the first half. It would take an hour to read the amazingness of this week, so I decided to separate them into two different blog posts. Wait patiently for round two, where Andrew Dost from Fun (the band) and I have a DTR!!!
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