Dance Festival...

So several months ago we started practices for this Dance Festival and it really sucked. We had to do it instead of mutual and they were really boring and stupid and nobody wanted to go to them. So after I came to Utah for that week I hadn't gone to any of the practices. I figured that not knowing the dances would get me out of going. It didn't. But it wasn't that bad.

We got kinda ripped off though because the Dance Festival was combined with Youth Conference so only like half of the first day was actually speakers and stuff like that. The rest of the day and the two other days were just dance, dance, dance.

There were people from all over Washington coming to this. There were people from Olympia and Elma and everywhere. Every Stake had to pay a crap load of money just to do it. There were over two thousand people there. So every Stake had a designated color of shirt. Graham [that would be my group] had purple. Of all colors.

We were meeting at the giant boob... I mean the Tacoma Dome. It is in Tacoma. It's like the Ghetto. My Priesthood leader dude is an undercover cop and he makes drug deals there all the time. It's really a great place.

So because of the wonderful area we aren't allowed to even go to the bathroom without our chaperone and our whole group waiting outside of it.

But it turned out that i did know the dances and had fun doing them in front of hundreds of people.