Even Our Friends Have Old Brains

It’s time for our annual Young Women’s Camp Fundraiser and I’m in charge this year. I decided that for our entertainment I’d ask each auxiliary to lip-sync to a 50’s or 60’s song; I’d seen this done once and it was hilarious.

So last night was rehearsal night at the church. The “Oldies” of the ward, four of the High Priests, Jack, Dave, Brent, and Gerry showed up to go over their Beach Boy’s song, but spent a lot of time waiting for the fifth of their group. Jack finally called Alan and reminded him of the rehearsal and told him to “come on over.”

While waiting, though, a young woman, Desserey, decided she’d like to run through her rendition of “Puppy Love” but was a little shy about singing on the stage. I told her that if she couldn’t perform in front of five old people, she was going to have trouble performing in front of a hundred or more at the fundraiser.

Immediately, Gerry spoke up and said, “Hey, only FOUR old people!”

I turned to Gerry and said, “Thank you, “ then to Desserey, “Ok, four old men and a beautiful not old lady!”

Now Alan lives only three minutes from the church, but he never showed up, so we all decided to leave.

Jack and I drove our usual 20 minutes home, took our time unloading a bunch of stuff from my car to Jack’s truck, crossed the river, drove up to the house and as we were parking the vehicles, I nearly had a heart attack!

There, in the driveway, sitting on a chair, in the dark, his bike next to him, was Alan.

“I think I got my wires crossed,” was all he said.