Farewell, My Friend

Today, I awkwardly left in the middle of sacrament meeting (some of you probably noticed... We stuck out hardcore because apparently no one ever leaves sacrament meeting. You just don't do that. Heathens.) to go to my friend's farewell. Well, kind of his farewell... It was more the open house afterwards because he was speaking whilst I was attending class and whatnot.

Anywho! I drove to Draper to say goodbye to him as he is off to Thailand! The thing is: I had never been to a farewell in Utah before. Holy. Cow. Those things are crazy. So we get there kind of early, so we have the privilege of watching as the masses rolled in from the church to his house. I'm not really sure how everyone fit in that house, it was absurd. In fact, they didn't all fit, maybe that's how they managed it. Whitney and I ended up eating in the garage! We felt super cool.

The entire house was decorated with pictures of him all dressed up like a missionary, the food was all Thai food (except the desserts), and there was a giant "mission quilt" hanging on the wall. What the heck is a mission quilt!? I've never even heard of such a thing. But there it was.

Joe didn't even arrive on the scene for like an hour after we got there. He must of been held up by all the hordes of people who wanted to speak with him. And when he did finally get there, his mom whipped out her camera to record him walking into the house. He then stood at the front of the room and everyone stood in line to talk to him and say how proud they were and to say goodbye. What is this, a wedding?? Except he was missing his significant other. Maybe the Spirit was standing there with him? There we go. Now it is just like a wedding.

Was that sacrilegious...? I'm sorry.

It was nice to see him again though and to say goodbye. Not going to lie though, the fudge was the best part of that whole ordeal. I think I had four pieces while I was there. It was despicably delicious. As we were leaving, I turned to Whitney and told her we should take some fudge for the road. She thought I was kidding.

I wasn't.

I walked over to the counter, opened up a napkin, loaded it up with fudge and high-tailed it out of there. Yeah, I stole a crap ton of fudge from a mission farewell. I'm a felon. What are you going to do about it? It was darn good fudge and worth every minute I will spend in jail.

p.s. If I do end up going to jail, I promise I'll find a way to keep posting. I don't want to disappoint my avid readers (Bryant, you are the only one I'm pretty sure hahaha)