The Ward Extravaganza, the Dunking Booth, and a Dreamcoat

Saturday (the 22nd) was a LONG day, starting with a hike at 6:30 a.m. in Rock Canyon with Wilbur. I decided that it would be good for him to get more strenuous exercise and so I took him over with me.
We got back around 8 and then, a couple of hours later, I went with Carma and Cherise to the Farmer's Market. Cherise had never been before and she enjoyed the atmosphere of the whole thing. (We knew she would.)

I got home and then was off to the theater with Griffin to see "Shorts," a reward for cleaning his room by himself. I was happy that we went to a theater that had armrests that lifted up. I pushed up a bunch and proceeded to lay down. The movie was, to be fair, horrible. After the movie, I came home, stared at the wall for a few minutes and then walked to the church to help set up a canopy for the annual Ward Extravaganza. This year's theme: the State Fair, complete with a giant inflatable, dunking booth, cotton candy, face painting (or body painting as illustrated by the pictures of Griffin below), games, displays and food! It was over 100 degrees out and we were all dripping sweat by the time we finished. The dunking booth was looking better and better with each drop!

Mags and I walked back home to cool off before we had to head back for the young women to practice the dance they would be performing. So by 5, we were back at the church and the girls were doing the Hoedown Throwdown.

John and the rest of the family came at 5:30, although it didn't start until 6. We helped with odds and ends and then the dunking booth was opened. (Maggie had been smart enough to change into her bathing suit when we went home earlier. All I did was make sure I didn't have a white shirt on--just in case.) While I helped out at the giant inflatable, people started lining up to dunk a few of the young men. After a while, it was Maggie's turn.

I don't know how many times she went in, but whether the target was hit or not, she inevitably was dunked. (As fun as it seems, she did bruise her arm and hurt her shoulder throughout the process. Wearing her heavy-laden backpack to school today was no easy feat.) Ellie's favorite part of the night was putting Mags in the water.

And then, it was my turn. My beehives lined up and I made it VERY clear that if they didn't hit the target, they couldn't run up and hit it anyway. (The picture post-dunk is unbelievably unflattering, but proof that I was there.)

Maggie had expressed to me how cold the water was. After all, it was just coming from a hose and had had no time to warm up through the afternoon. It wasn't until I went in that I understood. It is really hard to hold your breath when the chill of the water is sucking your breath away. Man, it was cold! The nice thing, though, was with it being 100 degrees, it wasn't cold to sit on the plank. Even when my turn was over (I think I went in 5 or 6 times), I was very comfortable temperature-wise. I sat down, dripping wet, and ate my dinner.
During dinner, they also started shooting off candy through the parking lot for the little kids. Griffin even got a turn firing.

While eating, I was approached by a woman in our ward who had just been asked to "produce" a major show in our ward for Christmas: Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. This was no surprise to us as we had taken the young women to a production a few weeks earlier to announce it to them. Little did we know that the major roles were going to be held by the adults in the ward. She quietly pulled me aside and asked if I would be one of the three narrators. Now, mind you, I really, really wanted to be Potipher's wife, or Mrs. Potipher as she is cast. If you haven't seen this, the role of the narrator is nothing short of major. I'm happy to know that they chose to cast three people in it (two women and one man) and even happier that Donny Osmond's son, Brandon, will be taking the role of Joseph. (Really, did he have a choice?) He'll be phenomenal.

After dinner, Mags and I walked back home to change clothes before the young women had to dance. Ellie's activity days group was also performing, "I love being a girl," complete with hair and make-up from a local beauty school. I know. She looks 20. Scary. Ellie did a great job, but is anxious to be done with the "little girls" and move on to mutual.

Then it was time for the YW to do their dance. Ellie had learned the dance as well and even performed it off to the side.

And after the YW did their dance, I was surprised to find that I was part of an impromptu production being put on by the Relief Society. Not wanting to hurt anyone's feelings, the director of this play cast me as the dog. (She knew she could ask me and I wouldn't be offended.) Now, I had been dunked in the tank, sweaty walking back and forth, and now had to perform in front of everyone. My hair best illustrates this point.

The night ended with square dancing. My "corner" was a four year old little boy named John. He was very enthusiastic and several times didn't let go so I could return to my partner. John (my John) and I made it through one song and then, when the caller told us to promenade anywhere in the parking lot, we went straight for the car. Ellie and Mags stayed and Ellie had her turn to get dunked. (She'd been waiting all night so she wouldn't get wet before she had to perform.) Mags returned the favor of dunking her.

I checked my pedometer and found that I had walked 7 miles that day, and that didn't include walking back and forth when I was all wet (I made sure to protect my phone!). I think the best part of the day/evening was realizing that there was no church the next day due to the dedication of the Oquirrh Hills temple. Ah, to sleep in.....