my very mormon weekend.

if you're a facebook friend, you've likely seen {and commented} on my observation of the weekend's events.  i think it went something like this:

"don't ask, but i'm on the byu campus and there are hundreds of people singing michael buble at the top of their lungs.  in unison."

you see, i was somehow lead to believe that the good 

{spending time with family}

would out weigh the bad

{driving to provo in the heart of byu football traffic}

{watching byu beat - of all teams - san diego}

{spending time on the byu campus}

{spending time among byu students}

{... singing michael buble at the top of their lungs.}

{in unison.}

what i didn't know was how much material one day in provo would give me to work with.  all through the night cousins, aunts, and uncles would lean in and say "i can't wait to see what you have to say about this on your blog."

the pressure.  i don't tihink i can live up to it. 

it wasn't so much the home grown byu comedy troupe i waited in like 2 hours to see, but the scene surrounding the home grown byu comedy troupe.  the people, the bleeding blue, the soundtrack of the night {michael b being just the tip of the iceburg.}, and the overload of glow sticks.

but most of all, it was the mother from the audience who was asked to give the opening prayer {yup.} who thanked our heavenly father for the byu win.

if it's possible to roll your eyes while closed, i certainly did that.

this is what a byu co-ed, on a spiritual high from the testimony builder that was the byu football team win... a direct result from his 24 hour fast, looks like when the music cues. 

the best part, hands down, was the 2 liters of diet coke {with caffeine. on campus.} i had to dull the pain.