The Need for Speed

So last night was Break the Fast, and due to some awesome blessings, I had the day off! Equals, I got to go to Break the Fast! Hooray. Our ward is slightly awesome in the fact that they have set up transportation for all of the CP's. It's pretty sweet. Break the Fast was at 6:30 sharp, so all the CP's gather in the central meeting location, and chillax, (technical term...) waiting for our ride. Well... 6:30 came and went, Break the Fast had started, and we were still standing outside of Chatham. It was cool though. There was some pretty sweet bonding going on. It's fine. Finally around 6:45 some more cars come to get us there. I was with Mila, an investigator to our church, so we hopped in a car together. I was starving, and ready to get there quickly because I had been fasting all day. Did you ever hear that saying, "Be careful what you wish for?" Such were my thoughts as the driver of the car welcomes us into his speed machine from 1979. He was a very nice guy from our ward, and in no time at all informed us that his car was Japanese, and was built for speed. He then invited us into his confidence, and told us not to worry; his Uncle was a Brazilian race car driver, and trained him well. That was kind of a scary moment. Not gonna lie. As we changed lanes with insane speed, my friend Alyssa and I found ourselves gasping and screaming a little more than was actually necessary for a quick little ride to the Stake Center. But after a nice little scenic tour through downtown Orlando, we made it there. Sadly, we were the last ones there, and seeing as it had started 45 minutes ago, most of the food was already gone. But don't even worry. I had some awesome cake, and some veggie lasagna with chicken. (Wrap your head around that one!) It was great. 

Then I was able to go to Gathering with Mila. Gathering is a second sacrament meeting that our ward has every Sunday night for those poor souls who have to work during our regular church hours. We don't mess with eternal salvation around here, folks. It was pretty sweet. It was quick though because of the fireside that night. There was just one slight problem, however. Um, there was no fireside, and somehow the entire ward was under the false impression that Robert D. Hales was going to be speaking to us tonight. It was pure silliness. But after some more social time and some further great bonding, it was all okay. 

I love Sundays so much! They are such happy days. especially the ones with food and Brazilian race car driver prodigies. Thank you, and goodnight.