I don't know how girls wear sleeveless dresses, I just don't. Because my knees are always cold. Fun fact about D.C.: the air conditioning is ALWAYS on full blast. Which is nice when you've just been outside where it's hot. Not so nice when you've been inside all. day. long. Thank goodness blazers can be used as blankets.
This week the weather was pretty dreary, which I actually enjoyed because I love fall, especially on the East Coast. I cannot wait for the leaves to change! Also, I'm all about scarves, boots, and anything pumpkin flavored.
Melanie and I both started out the week sick, so we didn't do much in the evenings. Plus we both have a lot of reading to do for our second internship, which is more of an educational program. I absolutely LOVE being paid to learn. And both of my internships give me books regularly. I will be shipping back a literal library come December.
Four of us went to the temple after work on Friday night, and it was the absolute best. The past three weeks have been so hectic and stressful, not to mention one giant "what am I going to do with my life???" and I SO needed to feel the peace and love that the temple brings. The temple is such a sanctuary. Go there. Seriously. Attending the temple regularly will be one of the greatest blessings of your life.
This weekend has felt like a holiday, because General Conference! Us three girls and Jared spent Saturday morning at the Eastern Market tasting fruit, buying bread, and making friends with a Mennonite women selling goat cheese. That woman is my new favorite - her cheese tastes just like my mom's and I totally bought two tubs of it. No shame.
At noon we took over the library of the Johnson Building (our dorm) because it has the biggest TV and watched Gen Conf. Five of our group of eight BYU-Idaho peoples live here, and two others joined us for our Mormon party. And we're at it again today. Watching in the library has been a fun missionary experience - lots of other interns walk by and ask what we're doing.
Shout out to my roommate Sarah - she made cinnamon rolls from scratch. In our toaster oven. She's basically magic. And an updated shout out to our RA, who let us finish baking the cinnamon rolls in her real oven.
Here's to week four!
P.S. I was actually miserably sick last Sunday when I was writing that last blog post , so there were absolutely no details. But I have a story from our opera experience I have to share.
Okay, so I was SUPER excited to go to this opera. Like, supersupersupersupersupersupersuper excited, in the words of my kids in Ukraine. Us girls went to the market and got tasty bread and cheese and few other things to take for everybody to snack on and assigned the boys to bring things too. Background: I had the large-ish bag with the bread and cheese. And a bread knife. We made it to the Nats stadium and had to go through security. Where we all had to dump out our water bottles because they weren't sealed. So dumb. And then I gave my food bag and purse to the security lady to go through the metal detector. I was being my really honest self, so told the lady I had a butter knife. Mistake.
Please read this and imagine a big black woman and myself.
BBW: "Did you say knife??" Q: "....Uhhh, butter! I said butter." BBW: "Did you say butter knife?" Q: "Butter. I said butter..." BBW: "It's not plastic is it?" Q: "no" BBW: "Aaaaww man, you done messed up, girl." Darn it. She called someone else over to take my knife and long story short, after a group of four or five security guards joined in, this was the end conversation:
Other black lady: "Let the girl keep her butter knife. But take the pepper spray." Other black man: "At least the girl's prepared. Like, dang girl, I would not mess with you."
BTW, come to find out, pepper spray is actually illegal in Washington, D.C., so I was really grateful I didn't get arrested...
Moral of the story: I probably need to learn kung fu or something.
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