embarrassing moments

sometimes when you are living in orem with just one other person you have to get creative to entertain yourself. as one of gigi's bridesmaids i get to go with her to do wedding duties like try on possible brides maid dresses, and get her ring cleaned (you know just typical stuff).  so last friday night we were going about doing our wedding duties... ya know getting rings cleaned... and trying on dresses.  we were at fred meyer when the guy that wasn't cleaning the ring turned to me and asked if i was in the market for a ring.  well saying that sparked something inside of gigi and before i knew it we were trying on rings all over the mall.  apparently it wasn't hard to believe the story of a girl who dated a boy all through high school, waited for him while he served his mission to england, and 3 months after he returned we are ring shopping. 

(side note... yes i did date michael in high school, and yes he is serving his mission in england... but i am not "waiting" for him, nor am i picking out a ring, or planning our wedding) 

gigi and i had so much fun looking at all the sparkly rings.. but then things got awkie.... supy awkie.  the sales people (keep in mind they believed that i was showing my best friend rings that she could direct my soon to be fiance to buy) wanted a phone number so they could follow up with us.  gigi naturally gave them her number (since i am not really looking, and she would kindly deflect them with some other partially true story... it's not lying right?!)

ok so fast forward to monday night.  gigi gets a text from one of the sales lady's asking her when she thought that she would be bringing michael down to look at rings... since me and gigi are such mature people the response to receiving that text was to instantly burst into uncontrollable laughter.  the next day (tuesday) gigi sent me a text while i was at work with how she responded to the sales lady.  it was so entertaining that i started relating the whole incident to bev and margene and apparently a whole waiting room of sickly missionaries.  (this is where the moral of the story comes in).  i am kinda... well.... loud.... when i talk... i don't mean to be i just am and so i was telling this story to i thought only bev and margene who know all of my back story and know that i am not crazy and trying to plan a wedding to a boy who is not even on the same continent as me or even interested in me that way right now.

 as soon as i finish my story we start working again and an elder comes up to me who i didn't recognize but said "so how is jarman doing?".... oh my gosh i about died right there (for those of you who haven't caught on yet "jarman" is michael's last name/nick name by everyone who we went to high school with).... some elder who i didn't recognize but who went to high school with me had heard my story... MY CRAZY STORY!  i was so caught off guard and so embarrassed and really the only thing i could say was "oh you know he's happy as always... he just got his first baptism on sunday!" and then excuse myself to finish blushing in the back of the clinic.

ok so now moving on to my next embarrassing moment of the week (which is strange because i promise i don't usually get embarrassed that easily.... ok and so in this one i just caused other people embarrassment i wasn't really at all.) on wednesday night some of the other retreat counselors and i got together for dinner and just a fun night.  we went to cafe rio for dinner (duh! it's the best ever right?!) and we were probably the most annoying guests there at that point with our constant chattering and laughter.  and at some point in the conversation the idea of making videos for all the other counselors and putting them on their wall was brought up... this sounded like a great idea! don't you think so? so naturally our way to respond to a golden idea is to (all of us) screech/squeal quite loudly.... at that point i am sure we went from most annoying guests there to most annoying guests that day... or maybe all week.... 

any way i guess i don't even care that i was embarrassed this week (maybe i should be) but i had so much fun with everybody in each experience i don't know that i would trade that? i was myself... maybe that self is embarrassing... but at least that self is real and not trying to be anything else right? 

so happy friday to you! and may your weekend be filled with embarrassing, endearing, and real experiences 

xoxo

Kal