singled out
Harumph. And then there were the Singles Conferences. A necessary evil (times 3).
The first.... Huntington Beach, April. Third year in a row. Good times. Whatever.
The second... Seattle, July. Started out as a disaster (I wrote the above obituary halfway through the first "activity"), then got awesome, then imploded on itself, then turned out great, then showed after-Conference promise, then... well, you'll have to ask me for the end of that story. It's a GREAT one :). I sure do get some good stories for my life.
Finished off the Singles Conference Circuit in Santa Cruz in September. What could be better than the Dream Inn on the beach during our down-time (or not-wanting-to-get-up-early-for-the-service-project-time)?? Nothing.
Except maybe a sweet* yellow Camaro in the church parking lot and fresh leis for the Luau (thanks, LA flower mart!)
*"sweet", in this case, = "douchey". We do have funny guy friends...
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