October conference 2012-2014

Three years ago, I made a post about the October general conference weekends. Now I'm going to blog about those that have occurred since then.

2014. After the Saturday morning session, I took some glass cleaner and wiped off my headlights and washed the inside of my car windows, all done while listening to my Halloween music on my phone. I also picked an apple off of our own apple tree--the first edible fruit I'd seen on that tree in my entire life. My mom and niece had gone to a birthday party for my cousin's kid. That night I texted a friend named Emily, and she invited me to go to conference with her because she had an extra ticket. The next morning, I went to her apartment complex, after some confusion. I knocked on her door and told her I liked her cats; she said they were her roommates' cats and she didn't care too much for them. We got in her car, and her CD player was playing Cherie Call. I told her how much I loved Cherie Call, that I had all of her albums, and that I had seen her many times. She was a little jealous. I told her how to get to the conference center and told her she needed to slow down at the curve on Beck Street; she said, "You could drive this with your eyes closed!" We walked over from a parking lot downtown, and a street preacher was telling us we believed Christ and Satan were brothers. Emily told me it was sad (that he was telling us what we believe and being so anti). We tried to figure out where to go, and Emily remarked about the "dirty" spots on the Conference Center granite; I explained to her what they were. We got in our seats, and a girl name Ruth whom I knew from Provo was a few rows ahead of me. She looked back and said hi; there had been a problem with an old tithing donation I had discovered as ward clerk, so I asked her about it. During a talk, they showed a picture of President Hinckley, and I told Emily that he was being photobombed by Brigham Young. I think I changed out of my suit once I got home into an orange shirt. My mom had made pancakes with pumpkin spice chips (like chocolate chips) in them, and I ate one and got some grease on my shorts. That afternoon I purchased a cheesy album of hymns from Your LDS Music Store because it had three Thanksgiving hymns and several other hymns that I didn't already have. I also updated my Thanksgiving playlist in Google Play, using my new hymns. Grandma and Grandpa came over and showed us pictures of their recent New York trip on our big TV; my mom got on Google Maps and explored Street View of her grandma's old neighborhood. I blogged. That night I wrote in my journal:
"This morning I went with Emily Edwards to conference. She likes Cherie Call and has a bright green car. There were protesters--one saying we think Christ and Satan are brothers, one saying 'Homo Churches Are Devilish.' [I remember that that was on a sign, and they had someone in a devil costume.]
"Tonight, Grandma and Grandpa came over, and we looked at pictures of New York. Then I blogged."

2013. I remember watching the priesthood session at home for the first time with my dad. My mom was making the dessert Fat Man's Misery the next day, so we went to buy ingredients. We went to Winegar's, and since it was the end of the week when I could eat anything, I wanted an Almond Joy at the checkout, and Allie got a Kit-Kat. She was very anxious to get a hold of it after we purchased it; my mom said something to that effect, and she said, "I just don't want it to melt." Both the cashier and my mom told her it was more likely to melt in her hand than in the bag. We went to Target because we couldn't find pumpkin ice cream for the dessert, and I went in by myself. I can't remember whether that was before or after Walmart, and where I ended up getting the ice cream. We went to Walmart, and on the way there we were discussing the Mamas and the Papas. A car was driving recklessly in the parking lot, apparently not caring about pedestrians, so impulsively I said, "I hope they crash and die!" and my mom reproved me. Allie was talking about coming home and eating something. My mom said she should just drink a lot of water and not eat so much because she might end up like her grandmother; I chimed in, "Or Mama Cass." During the Sunday morning session Allie was trying to help my mom crush Oreos for the dessert crust; I asked her if she had washed her hands, and my mom made her do so.

2012. I was by myself for a lot of Saturday conference. In the afternoon, my roommate Scott came home from having run the St. George Marathon. I told him about the mission age change. He asked where I was watching the priesthood session; I told him I planned to walk to the Marriott Center. He asked if I could drive instead, since he had just run a marathon, so I did. I was wearing my jack-o-lantern tie. I don't recall anything. The next day (Sunday) I wrote in my journal:
"I had weird dreams this morning that made me cut it close to getting up on time for conference. I ate grapes and Dots [they were Bat Dots, which were black and flavored like blood orange, but they don't make them anymore] during both sessions. Scott and Mary were around for most of the second session, which was kind of awkward. Then I wrote one blog post, made dinner, and then did another blog post. Back to the grind tomorrow."