Cupcakes and Caves

Okay, I am going to go backwards in my stories :)

This is what happened monday night

6 cupcakes

4 roommates

You do the math ;)

I made this delish pizza last tuesday!

Garlic chicken something or other.

Now, for the good stuff...

(I don't have pictures for this one, but I have good reasons).

Saturday night, Anny's friend from back home, Corinne, invited us to go to the caves. We have never been, but have heard a lot about them. So, we were planning on meeting right after the Relief Society General Broadcast, around 8 at Corinne's apartment. Sara was driving our group in her Honda Civic. The group was: Sara, me, Anny, Zach, and Sara's cousin, Andrew. On our way, Corinne called and recommended that we bring a truck, because the last time someone drove their car, the underside got ruined. So, we got my truck and went to Corinne's apartment. Skip ahead: we were on the road on our way to the caves. We drove about thirty-five minutes on the main drag until we turned onto a dirt road. There were 2 other vehicles with our group: a BIG truck and a hefty suburban, so my truck looked like a midget, plus I was last in our little "follow the leader" crusade down the scary, windy, BUMPY, rocky, dusty, and LOOONNGGGG dirt road. All those words: understatements. It was terrible. I've never been off-roading whatsoever with my beautiful truck and it's only two-wheel drive, so I was scared for my poor Gumpy's life. At least twice, we heard very large rocks hit the underside of my baby. It was terrible. Sara says that she wishes she could have recorded all of the sound effects I was making in sorrow for my vehicle. Moving on, the other two vehicles got WAY ahead of us and after a while we couldn't see them at all. Terrible. Nonetheless, we kept on trudging. After about 45 minutes on this ridiculous dirt road that was slowly killing my truck, we came to a "T" in the road. We could go left or right, so we chose left, because it seemed the most sensible. This road was MUCH smoother. It was wonderful. After about ten minutes on this road, we see another car going the opposite direction, so we figure they are just leaving the caves and stopped them to ask how much further it was. They informed us that we were going the wrong way: they were heading to the caves, too. Me: "But where did you guys come from?" Them: "Oh, the main road is just like 2 minutes away." AHHHHHHHH!!! We couldn't believe it. We had taken the ridiculously long way!! Anywho, we followed them, and it took us about fifteen minutes to finally get to the caves.

That's way too long of a story, I'm sorry. But the caves were fun. It was already ten by the time we got there, so we only got to stay for a little longer than half an hour (curfew is midnight)! When we were leaving the caves, the rest of our group had just gotten there! It took us just around an hour to get home. Gist: we're never hanging out with those people ever again and I officially am IN LOVE with my car. I have a new found respect and love for him: he endured much!

The end.

Side note: About five minutes into our off-roading crusade, we came to a HUGE flock of sheep. It was hilarious. They were basically flanking the road, and a couple were even in the road, so we had to find our way around them. Just a funny incident.