03.19.08

When I got home Saturday night and returned to the disaster area that is currently my room, I found a letter that I wrote to my sister last year (it’s in the mail, Brid!).

I wanted to post the anecdote I shared with her.

So I was at a concert for Broken Hearted Rounds (the band of the guys in my ward, Nat, Derek, John) at the clubhouse of our apartment (you know, the one where you went running for 30 seconds or so) and Josh and Bryce and other John and April were watching them too. Josh asked me to dance (odd. Who dances at a concert? But also, not a real concert, and also- it’s Josh.) So we start slow dancing, kind of waltzing, and I said, (quoting what Josh has told me previously) "What happened to not dancing except to make other people laugh?"

In the margin of the paper I have written “I don’t like to dance unless I’m making other people laugh." -Josh C. Guest

He said, "I don’t know what you’re talking about." And then. We started dancing. Which here means flinging each other across the 3’X3’ square we had to dance in (you’ve seen the clubhouse) in a violent version of the waltz. And then we started to spin to the point that Josh picked me up off the ground and was spinning me around airplane-little-kid style. Actually, he wasn’t holding one ankle and one wrist, so… bad example. At any rate, spinning me around, then he lost his balance and actually did fling me across the room and then landed on top of me. I was laughing so hard, Josh felt so bad, but it was pretty fun(ny), even with the huge bruise on my hip that lasted a week or so. Ah, life.