Unfortunately, to get to why I was in California, I have to confess that I did something I am not proud of:
I went to a mid-singles' conference.
It was not the first I have been to, and I have a feeling it will not be the last. The difference between this one and others, though, is that it attracts people from all over the country--as in, people from other states fly in to attend this conference. I am now officially one of those people.
It started with a desire to visit Stephanie, who is now living in San Diego--well, Coronado to be more precise. She suggested that I come the weekend of the Huntington Beach LDS midsingles conference. I have learned from years of experience that Stephanie can make anything fun, even these kinds of activities, so I said yes.
The highlights:
- The Angels/Braves game on Friday night. The Angels won, and I ran into Rochelle, a former roommate who is now finishing up her law degree at Pepperdine. No pictures of that, sorry, Lisa.
- Fish tacos on the beach.
- Some pretty good workshops on Saturday morning. It turns out, both Stephanie and I are bathing in masculine energy. No, that's not a good thing.
- The beach on Saturday afternoon.
- Speed dating. No, seriously.
- Seeing this man behind us in line for dinner. Not being a Laker fan (in fact, truthfully, being the opposite of a Laker fan) I had no idea who he was, but Stephanie recognized him and texted me discretely to alert me to his presence.
- A pretty decent 80's rock cover band that wore wigs.
- I fell on the floor laughing. Now that I think about it, I can't remember the particulars of that one.
- Overhearing comments like the following: "I need to know you are willing to give. No, wait. That was my marriage." Huh?
- Dinner at Ruby's on the pier. The food itself was good. What was not good was that, in order to accommodate the entire conference, we had to eat in shifts, and, when we were seated, we were put at a table with six people who were already halfway through their meals, had come together, and were not great at small talk. When I asked the man to my left what he did for a living, he said, "Many things." Maybe I'm a snob, but that didn't seem like something a man in his 40's should be saying.
- A two-hour Sacrament meeting on Sunday morning that dissolved into chaos as people prepared to be fed.