So, the wedding party was introduced promptly at 7:15. For once in their lives, Mormons showed up to something on time as the reception started at 7:00. Everyone gathered around the dance floor to watch the lovely bridal party be introduced. Each of us had these genius ideas of how to walk out there with style. My dashingly handsome companero and I decided we were going to do a little leap frog situation. We practice a few times, on and off the sport court turned dance floor. It was a little slick, so we hoped we wouldnt have to do it on the sport court. So I poked my little head out to take a peak and assess the situation only to find that we would have to do our little trick on the sport court. I scurried back to Avery and in a minute state of panic told him we should make some last minute changes. He assured me that he was confident he would do just fine with his leap frog. And me, being the trusting woman that I am, just went with it.
When the time came, I squatted down like a little princess and anxiously awaited his leap... moments later I find myself crashing forward onto the ground. Please refer to Exhibit A.
Exibit A. What should've happened compared to what actually happened.
Instead of oooooh, ahhhhhh, and the lovely and joyous laughter from the reception guests, our little stunt was filled with the standard oohhhhh mannnn's and daaaaaaaangs from the guests. But, we handled it gracefully. There was a quick recovery and a lot of laughter from me and Avery. He apologized a trillion times and I just laughed it off as always . I felt worse for all the guests that talked to me after...I'm sure they were just thinking mannn this poor girl got tackled, in a dress, in front of everrryyyyone. Ha, in moments like that I wish they would just burst out laughing and just address the elephant in the room! Anyways...I got a little boo boo after the..."incident" Refer to Exhibit B.
Exibit B: My little boo boo.
One would hope that after getting tackled at a wedding reception in front of literally every single guest that was in attendance, that would be enough awkward/embarassing events for me in one weekend. But NOPE.
Today I was sitting peacefully through church, just mindin my own business and listening attentively as my fellow ward members got up to bear their testimonies. The end of the meeting was approaching, and I suddenly had a little inkling that I needed to get up there and say a few quick words. So, I made my way to the front row and sat down, planning to go up next. The current speaker was done, so I made my way up and she made her way down. Then my wonderful friend Sam, who was sitting behind me, whispered sara! and pointed towards the stand. I just looked back at him like, whaaat? I know silly, I'm walking up to the stand. Duhhh thats what you do when you want to bear your testimony. I also found myself thinkng please dont let my skirt be stuck in my tights. pleeeeeease dont let my skirt be tucked into my tights....
At this point, I'm already half way up the steps to make my way to the stand. So, I turn around to find that Katie is already standing at the pulpit waiting for me to stop causing such a ruckus so she can bear her sweet testimony. OH! So THATS why Sam was calling my name...he was trying to prevent me from an awkward moment... at least my skirt wasnt tucked into my tights... I gotta be grateful for that.
Too bad there is just no hope for me. Can someone stop playing this really long, mean joke on me? Enough is enough....haha. Ladies and Gentelman these are the Stories of Dell. Thats what this is all about, right?