This past Tuesday, the bishop of the ward that Clay has been going to since he got out here in May, and that I have gone to since the middle of June came over to our house and said that in fact he had just realized that we are not in his ward. We are not even in his stake! He had no idea which ward we are in, but gave us a general vicinity of where we might find our rightful building.
Today, we went on a hunt and found that building. We decided to attend the 1:00 ward and they could let us know if we were in the right place. We were most certainly not in the right place. As we walked in, we were preceeded by a group of beautiful, well-coiffed young ladies. Suspicion continued to mount as we walked into the chapel, and it was silent except for the prelude music. There were groups of people clumped into diferent areas of the room. Some were coed cliques, some were obviously still working on mustering up the courage to go talk to let alone sit by the opposite sex.
Confirmation came as I glanced at the ward bulletin. The title read "Union Hills Singles Ward."
Clay, I think we need to keep looking for the right ward...
Ha! Funny story. Hope you find your right ward soon. Hear it's been awfully HOT there. How are you surviving?
ReplyDeleteTalk about being out of place! lol! You did a great job on his haircut! Are you going to be his stylist from now on?
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