Welcome, Explanation, and Embarrassing Story

Hello! I am now an official part of the "blogosphere." That small fact makes me experience many emotions, some of which include:

Nausea
Excitement

Maturity

And whatever it is that REEEEALLY old people feel all the time.

Despite these mixed feelings of mine, I'm glad that you are all hear to share them with me. Welcome.

EXPLANATION: I have a blog for one reason: my mom wanted me to. Done.

Now to the bit everyone came for - the Embarrassing Story.

I am the pianist for my ward, and as such I try to get to church about fifteen minutes early find a hymnbook, play prelude, scope out the olda boys, etc. This past week, my plan was know different. I set my alarm for 8:30, and trusted it to go off then. [NOTE: This would have worked better had I not been up til about 1 o' clock the night before.]

So my alarm rings, I get up, and I jump in the shower. After said sh0wer, I wrap myself securely in a large towel and patter down the hall back to my room, only to discover that I've left my key on my desk. IN MY ROOM.

"No problem," I think while knocking on the door. "Rachel will just get the door for me." As I stood knocking, a strange gnawing began in my stomach. She wasn't answering. I screamed down the hall for a time update, and was greeted with "Fifty-three. NINE fifty-three."

Panic and confusion coursed through my veins as I realized I had SEVEN minutes to get to church, and I would probably have to go naked.

Fortunately, a nice girl I had never really met before realized my predicament and offered to let me wear her clothes, make-up, deodorant, and the like. However, she couldn't allow me to wear her contacts, so I would still have to be totally blind. Meanwhile, I had at least three people sprinting to church to find my RA and tell her of my predicament so she could save me.

Once dressed in the stranger girl's garb, my RA came bolting down the hall, holding my room key aloft. I stuck my contacts in, and then together, my RA and I sprinted to church.

We sat down nonchalantly in the back while testimonies were being borne. As the closing hymn approached, my kind bishop got up to thank everyone for there testimonies. "Thank you," he said. "It would appear that our PREVIOUSLY STRANDED pianist, MEGAN MINGLEDORFF, has arrived now. We'd like to invite her UP TO THE FRONT to play our closing hymn."

I think my face was purple with shame and humiliation. It also could have been because I had uttered a very audible gasp of astonishment, and in the process, pumped three liters of saliva down my windpipe. As a staggered to the piano, I could feel all the accusing eyes my back, staring at the clothes that weren't mine.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Roommates are not dependable EVER and if you do something dumb, you should blame it on anyone other than yourself.