I arrived home tonigt at about 6:30pm and had the following converation with my roommie, Kristina:
Kristina: Wanna go to the Easter pageant with me?
Me: Not particularly.
Kristina: Why not?
Me: Because.
Kristina: Are you sure you don't want to go?
Me: Yeah. Why?
Kristina: Cuz I don't want to go by myself.
Me: When is it?
Kristina: 8 o'clock, but I'm leaving in about 10 minutes to get a good seat.
Me: Uh...okay. Sure.
15 minutes later in the car on the way to the temple...
Kristina: *starting to chuckle as she's driving*
Me: What?
Kristina: You realize tonight's the Spanish version, right?
Me: *silence*
Kristina: I couldn't tell if you knew and just didn't care or if you had no idea.
Me: How would I have known it was the Spanish version tonight?
Kristina: I just thought you knew.
There was silence in the car for a few seconds as we got off the freeway and headed towards the temple...
Kristina: I can turn around and take you home.
Me: No, it's fine.
Kristina: I'm serious. I'll take you back. I don't mind.
Me: You should be able to feel the Spirit no matter the language, right?
Kristina: Right.
Me: Hey, at least I have something to blog about now!
Below is a text conversation I had with my brother J.R. while sitting on the temple lawn waiting for the pageant to start and smelling the Arby's the people we're sitting next too are eating. Mmmm....Arby's...
Me: So I'm at the Easter pageant with my roommate. Funny thing is she forgot to inform me it was the Spanish version tonight. This should be fun.
J.R.: Are there spanish protestors?
Kristina insisted on reading what I wrote and informed me later that she didn't really care about going by herself. She just said that cuz she wanted me to come and didn't want me to be home alone. To which I replied, "I am perfectly fine with being home by myself."
Note to Kristina: Next time it's Spanish night...let me stay home! (In all actuality, it was fun listening to it in Spanish.)
Conversations between Kristina and I waiting for the pageant to start...
Kristina: Que hora es?
Me: What's that?
Kristina: What time is it?
Me: 7:25
Kristina: Que hora es?
Me: What's that?
Kristina: What time is it?
Me: 7:42
Kristina: Que hora es?
Me: What's that?
Kristina: *laughing* What time is it?!
Me: *laughing* 7:51. That should be the title of this blog: "What's that?"!