i know i’ve at least laughed harder.
last night, my friend jeff came to visit.
he brought his friend becca.
now all my roomies were going to the football game.
because i don’t have a sports pass, i hung out with becca and jeff.
i won’t go into the nitty gritties of all that happened.
mainly because nothing will seem as funny as it did last night.
let’s just say that my saturday nights will now consist of musicals and the game of boggle.
becca and i were crying tears of laughter.
one of those slap-happy moments.
don’t worry about it—it’s high school.
needless to say, it was a great night.
this morning is a whole other story.
so one of my roommates, allison, has a car.
but it only has 4 seatbelts.
she doesn’t mind if she has 5 people, because everyone has a seat.
but she doesn’t really feel comfortable driving 6.
thankfully, i have a great friend named allan escobar.
he served his mission in puerto rico.
and he lives in the same apartment complex as us.
meaning we’re in the same ward.
{side note—originally, we were gonna try to tell people we’re cousins, but no one really believed us. so i think we can call that charade a failure.}
it’s a lot of fun. he’ll randomly come over after work and check up on us.
you know, make sure we’re eating and stuff.
anyway, so i texted him this morning to see if i could get a ride to church.
he told me that i could, but his roommate (the one with the car) might not be back in time.
but he said i could walk with him…
or if worse comes to worse, we could ride his scooter.
oh yeah—he has a scooter. no biggie.
so i’m thinkin, why don’t we just ride your scooter anyway?
i mean, who doesn’t wanna go to church in style?
so we ended up riding on his sweet ride.
i’ve never had so much fun riding to church.
not that it was all that exciting, but come on--
i was riding a scooter for pete’s sake!
so church was good, and we met our home teachers.
sean and jacob.
they’re cool. they’ll home teach me and kimbo.
so after church, allan is gonna give me a ride home.
i’m totally stoked, because i love this little thing.
so we’re in the parking lot, and i go to get on and slide back so he can get on.
except he never told me that the right handlebar is the accelerator.
and i’ve never ridden a legit scooter before.
aka i’m completely clueless.
so he’s holding onto it as i get on,
and i turn the handle,
and the bike starts moving,
and he starts yelling,
and i have no idea what’s going on,
or that i’m the one making the freaking scooter go,
and before you know it,
he lets go,
i go about 2 feet,
then the scooter topples over.
i immediately sit up,
worried that his scooter will be broken in half and on fire.
and what is he doing?
laughing at me.
i mean, he’s concerned about me, making sure i’m not dead.
but he’s still laughing.
and then i start laughing.
and then after we reassured the 3 concerned people around us that we were ok (well, that i was ok),
i got back on that dang thing (successfully this time),
he got on,
and then we drove home.
oh did i mention how we were laughing the whole time?
he wanted to come over and tell my roommates, but they weren’t home yet.
so he just came up and sat on my couch.
and laughed.
i needed to change because my clothes were all nasty,
and i needed to wash my arm and foot and knee and hands off,
but i was too busy laughing.
then my roommates came home and heard the story.
they were all concerned.
but we just kept laughing.
and every time i feel the stinging feeling on my elbow, i start laughing again.
so the question of the day is…
why is my life so amazing?
i’ll just go ahead and tell you.
i’ve found my secret to happiness.
well, i have a whole heap of secrets to happiness,
but the one i just discovered?
the one that makes life that much more enjoyable?
laughter.
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