Boyz, headlights and raw egg.

Sometimes funny things happen to me in life. I can think of three such things that happened to me this weekend and was just laughing about them while sitting at work today. I shall share. In chronological order:

1. I went to the Boyz II Men concert this weekend with two friends, Tim and Camille. Who knew the Boyz were still around? Actually, I did. I went to a concert of their 2 years ago and loved it. Apparently, they still have quite the following in Utah. It was free and who doesn't love a little Boyz II Men serenading you? Sometimes I get a little excited about things and while leaving the concert I started reenacting some of their dance moves they did in the concert. One of these moves involved a kick in the air. While kicking, my shoe flew off my foot and whomped a rather large, tall burly and possibly very scary man in the back. I apologized profusely, "Oh my gosh. Sir, I did not mean to do that. I am so sorry, sir" and the man just walked away laughing. I am glad he wasn't mad because if he had started beating me up I surely would have perished. I shouldn't be allowed in public.

Numero dos- On Saturday night, Jerika, Camille and I decided to go on a short innocent bike ride. It was a nice night and we hadn't been out in a while. We were on our way back to the apartment and were riding in the bike lane on the well-lit Center Street. As we were biking, a cop car pulled up to us. Was this really happening? Were we being pulled over by a cop on our while on our bikes? We didn't know what we were doing wrong. We were in the bike lane, we didn't have machetes, we weren't hooliganing around. Turns out, one must have a headlight and tail light on their bike if they are biking after nine. It is a ticketable offense. Thank goodness the bored cop with nothing better to do than bother 3 sweet girls on a bike ride on a Saturday night did not give us a ticket. Bless that man.

III. Sometimes I have stupid ideas. Especially when I am hyper. Last night I was hyper. Last night I had a stupid idea. It involved a wiffle bat and an egg. At ward prayer. Ward prayer=People swarming around. Britton dropped an egg from his 3rd story window. There was only one egg. One opportunity. I swung. There was contact. Egg flew everywhere. Egg hit an innocent bystander from New Jersey in the hair (Just a little bit of egg) . Girl was not happy. Girl was visibly very upset with me. I was pretty sure she was about to curse at me. Profuse apologizing began again (see situation #1). Girl stormed away, still upset. People were quiet, staring at me. I started laughing. I know I would be a little ticked if I got hit in the hair with a bit of raw egg, but her anger and the whole situation made me laugh. I hope people didn't think that I thought it was funny that I hit the girl in the head with egg because I didn't. Girl from New Jersey whose name I do not know, if for some reason you are reading this, I am genuinely sorry. If you would like to throw an egg at me sometime, I will allow it and I won't get mad.

These stories have taught me that my brain stopped maturing when I was 15. I don't think that is something people are surprised by. Hey, at least I enjoy life though.