Last year I did a post about the Memorial Days of my life, which meant that I've never done one about what went on last year on Memorial Day. So here it is.
I remember my parents talking about what we wanted to do for the day. My mom suggested going to Gilgal Gardens. My dad wanted to see a movie, but my mom and I didn't like that idea. So I said we could go to Gilgal Gardens, as my mom suggested.
On our way there, we listened to Adele's 21 album. My mom said that she said "risk" funny in "He Won't Go"; it sounded like "reesk." She also said that she didn't think Adele looked the way she sounded. I said she did sound black, and my mom said she sounded fat. We got to Gilgal Gardens, which is a very interesting place. It has lots of strange Mormon-themed art, such as a sphinx with Joseph Smith's face. I was mostly interested in identifying all the different rocks.
I can't remember if we went to K-Mart, or if that was closer to Father's Day. If it was Memorial Day, then we looked at their patriotic stuff and bought large "Starmallows." It could have happened before Gilgal Gardens.
Then we went home. Somehow we got Allie; I can't remember if we picked her up, or if Matt dropped her off. My mom had to go somewhere, and Allie wanted to go with her. I asked Allie if she would rather go with my mom or stay home and roast s'mores with me on our little fire pit on our patio. She opted to stay home. I took s'more stuff out (using Starmallows, but I don't know if they were the little ones we had bought two weeks before or the big ones we bought at K-Mart). I was surprised at how fast the chocolate bar melted; it was a warm day.
Then it was time for me to return to Provo. When I got back, I put up patriotic decorations in my apartment. I put my neon light flag in the living room window, the flag light sculpture in the kitchen window, and the red, white, and blue light string over the living room shelf. Later my roommate Cameron came home and said, "I like all the patriotism!"
Then that night we got a knock in the door. It was some ward members inviting us to go up to Vivian Park with them. I remember Bryan Clark saying he liked our Christmas lights, and Cameron said "No!" Bryan said, "I know they're red, white, and blue." After some deliberation, I agreed to go, and Cameron did too. Cameron said he was disappointed in me because he was hoping I would say no, and then he wouldn't feel obligated to go either.
We went with Hanna and Carissa over to Hanna's car. Hanna was listening to a mix CD someone had made for her. It included "Dog Days Are Over" by Florence + the Machine. They asked Cameron what music he liked; he said Death Cab for Cutie and Coldplay. Carissa said that everyone liked Coldplay at some point. Cameron told them I liked Katy Perry. I clarified that I only had one song ("Part of Me") but that I liked Christina Perri. We made it to Vivian Park, but we weren't sure where to meet the others. As we got there, the CD was playing "Pumped Up Kicks" by Foster the People, and I was talking about how it reminded me of driving to work in the morning during the fall. We parked near a puddle and met our ward members. We walked over to a fire pit, and our ward members started a fire.
It was said that we should tell ghost stories, so Bryan Clark started one about a girl named Janey Jane. He kept getting distracted, so I continued the story, making it up but trying to base it on the "Ghost a Go Go" episode of Gilligan's Island. Michelle said, "I think this is the most I've ever heard Mark talk!" But I don't think I got to finish my story. Then we went back home.
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