I wish I had a Southern accent. *said in a Southern accent* This one time, we went to a YSA activity at Old Tucson. There was a gun show (that I only saw the last 10 minutes of -- that was all I needed). We had a delicious pulled-pork sandwich dinner. Eric introduced me to a wonderful iPod game while we were supposed to be listening to a speaker. Who has a spiritual speaker at a Friday night activity? North Stake. That's who. Then we had a dance. Instead of dancing for the first hour or so, a big group of us (me, Eric, Tanner, Hank, Mason, Kendle, Alexa, Kelsie, Sarah, Katrina) took pictures outside and made fun of everyone else. So, basically, we just did what we always do. Sadly, I don't have the pictures. Kelsie does. Expect them to be floating around the internet sooner or later. After we made fun of everyone, we danced. It was just the right amount -- a good mixture of slow and fast, and enough to work out a little bit without getting ridiculously sweaty. We talked...