At the request of Mom, Kassie, my roommates, and everyone else familiar with my non-social tendencies, I have been attempting to attend almost every major ward activity this semester, one of which was the ward Halloween party, which actually took place the Monday before Halloween (we've already established that I'm really far behind in my postings). Unfortunately, dressing up for the activity (I was a pirate...I know, so original) was more fun than the activity itself, but I did get some good pictures of my roommates and various other members of the ward attempting to play twister. These may even be blackmail worthy.
The most recent ward activity was on Friday and took place at the local ice skating rink. Honestly, I don't care much for ice skating and about fifteen minutes and one embarrassing fall after the activity started, called it quits and spent the rest of the evening sitting on the benches with my roommates where we enjoyed drinking hot chocolate and laughing at various members of the ward "attempting" to skate. I have to say though, I don't know why leaders keep insisting on having these ice skating events because, without fail, someone ends up being stupid and then has to go to the emergency room. Last year, a boy fell and had to get several stitches in his head. This years lucky victim, after racing with one of his pals, crashed into the barrier and broke his leg (don't worry, he's fine). People never learn.
My lovely roommates and myself playing with the camera to pass the time. Anna couldn't skate due to an ankle injury and Becky, like me, just doesn't skate.
I don't remember this guy's name, but I just thought it was awesome that he wore a helmet.
Ice skating is really just another excuse for guys to grab each other without having their masculinity questioned.
Here is the proof that I at least attempted to ice skate. I have to admit, however, that the only reason why I even got on the ice in the first place was because of *sigh* a boy (this is Scott, by the way).
The first maze that Danielle and I went to was called 'The Creature' which was an inflatable beast that you would walk into through the mouth and then attempt to navigate to the end (which was near the tail, ironically) in complete darkness while employees dressed as half-digested monsters jumped out at you from various corners. On our first attempt, Danielle and I didn't even make it around the first corner. We were the only people walking through the maze and while I pride myself as being someone not easily scared by 'spooky mazes,' having your friend scream, dig her fingernails into your neck, and push you in front of her with all her might around a dark corner into the unknown is a little unnerving. We ended up running back to the entrance and waited there until a large group came and politely let them go in before us.
