Scout Banquet

Tonight was our ward's annual Scout Banquet. Now in many wards (ahem, cough-cough, White Rock), any scouting event brings with it an old guy in a scout uniform holding three fingers in the air so you'll be quiet and join him in the Watermelon Cheer.

But that is not the case in our wonderful ward here.

Kevin and I walked down through the construction-site-that-once-was-a-field on our way to said Scout Banquet. Kevin got sidetracked by a large mountain of gravel which he decided to run up. I laughed at him when he got stuck halfway up and couldn't go any further. To show him up, I ran up beside him and got further up. Unfortunately, I was wearing ballet-style shoes, one of which fell off halfway up. My momentum carried me up a bit further, and I looked down to see an avalanche of gravel filling up and then burying my shoe. I dug it out, dumped out the rocks, and continued to the church with Kevin.

It's a good thing it was the Scout Banquet, not the Relief Society Anniversary dinner or something fancy like that. We were covered in gravel dust, but it fit the mood. The dinner was foil-wrapped potatoes, baked beans from a Dutch oven, and roasted wild pig! A guy in our ward (just across the construction site) likes hunting, and he or one of his friends caught these.

Woo hoo!

The YM and YW did a camp skit each, which weren't terribly amazing. Then they had the cake auction, which I didn't have time to contribute to (or the funds to buy from), but Sister McDaniel, who is awesome, let us have some of her fudge she had bought.

Kevin and I discussed politics with Kimball, a guy in our ward who is also a law student with Kevin. Some people are all opinion and no matter (me), and some people have both opinions and information to back them up (Kimball). Those are the types that are interesting to listen to when they talk politics.