Fancy That

Hey I'm actually posting about something I've done that does not relate to school. In case you were worried that the construction paper artistry was soon to become a blog theme, you may rest at ease. I am fairly certain that "Truffle Hunt" was my final paper project and good riddance. That took far too long. Anyway, as I was saying . . .

For those of you who know me, I'm not exactly like a hardcore boogier. Yes there is the odd impulse to groove along to a song (particularly within the privacy of my own room), but a dancer I am not. So when I heard about the "Pajama Prom" being thrown by two of the singles wards here I instantly dismissed it. I would not be attending that. I avoid dances whenever possible (while I did submit to going to a couple of BYU dances with friends, I did not attend any ward or stake dances during my entire undergraduate career). And then when I learned it was a ladies choice dance I knew I wasn't going. My roommate seemed excited about the idea, however. Well not necessarily the asking a date part, but the dancing (or maybe it was just the dressing up). She began to wheedle as did one of my other roommates and then my visiting teachers. And then February, aka the month of Picturebook madness, began in earnest and I decided I could definitely use a break from all that. So long story short, too late, I told Roomie 1 I would ask a guy if she would. She agreed. I asked a guy and he said yes (by ask I mean I sent an email, in my defense it was midweek). She felt pressured, a little tit for tat, and asked a guy. And the four of us went. We had a good time, hope the dates did too. And now for some picturey fun.

Some people embraced the pajama theme
(The girl on the right is one of my visiting teachers and her date is my co-teacher for the Member missionary sunday school class that may eventually actually happen. I blew their minds yesterday when I told them about the fifth Ninja Turtle.)

And then some forgot to take any pictures until after the whole shebang.

Darren, Alex's date, was wearing traditional "old man" pajamas from Japan

Chris and I were wearing traditional pajamas from, well, nowhere in particular. Though I realize you really can't tell what kind of pajamas we were wearing, as the fun designs were on the pj bottoms. Sad day for you.

On the ride home the guys were discussing how they thought the Pajama Prom idea was weird (which is true) and they would have rather it had just been a formal. Alex and I could not agree. Finding cute pajamas was way easier than finding a dress would have been.