Double Chins, Bowling Pins and Holy Presbyterians

My First Zone Meeting/Zone Lunch

The Aforementioned Double Chins

The Homies

Sweet motorcycle we found.

Brother Varnado took us to DQ!

Ok, so there were no bowling pins, or Presbyterians, but I really wanted to use that line, BECAUSE...
I taught my first minister this week. Yes. He was tall and black and had a really low ministery voice, and we taught him everything from the priesthood, to Thomas S. Monson, to Joseph Smith, to the Spirit World, to the Book of Mormon, and so on. He took notes and we left our number so he could ask us questions if he needed to. It was pretty great though. There were definitely times where he couldn't argue with what I said. It was a pretty great feeling and after, my comp. said that I did a really good job. So that was probably my highlight of the week.

This week has been something else. We've just been meeting the most interesting people. We met a lady in hysterics who "just needed a cigarette and someone to talk to." Obviously all we could provide was someone to talk to. But she stopped crying and went on her way to find her cigarette. Then following that, we were called off by one of our less-active's crazy black neighbors telling us we needed to check on him. The dialogue went something like this (The "B" will represent the crazy black man, and the "N" will be Elder Nikolaus):
B: Hey! Y'all need to check on yo boy Preston.
N: We need to check on Preston?
B: Yea. He was in the hospital.
N: Oh ok, we'll check on him.
B: Hey! Y'all can leave yo bikes here!
B: Hey! Don't disrespect me!
B: Hey how old are you?!
N: We're 19
B: Hey! I'm 57, today's my birthday.
N: Well Happy Birthday!
B: Hey! I got water.
N: Ok...
B: Hey y'all want some water?!
N: No thank you.
B: I was talking to the cats.
N: Ok (at this point, Preston had come out)
B: Hey! Y'all want some water?
N: No thanks.
B: I was talkin to Preston.
B: Hey! I have a Phone. You want some water?!
Preston: Nah I'm good.
B: Hey! Y'all want some water?! I was in the marine core!
N: He said he's good.
B: I was talking to y'all.

As you can tell it was quite lengthy. Totally hilarious. After we rode away, we had to stop just to laugh. On Saturday, we ate at Bro. Robin Snodgrass's. He's a big biker lookin guy with a big beard and long hair, and cowboy boots. His glasses are also mirrored sunglasses. Pretty much one of the coolest guys I've met so far. And guess what he does for a living. He's a gunsmith. He literally builds guns from scratch. He also holds national and international titles in black powder accuracy with a gun and bullets that he made himself. He's also in the process of building a motorcycle from scratch. Like literally the only thing he hasn't built for it was the engine. Like... really? How do you even do that?

Yesterday, we went to the stake president's for dinner, and they had A GUITAR. And, one of his daughters loved Mumford and Son's so I played Babel. Not only was it great to play and sing again, it was great to bond over music.

Everything is really great here. Every day is a new adventure and we meet so many unique individuals. It's so easy to love everyone for who they are and who they can become. Even the ones that are mean, because you can see who they are. It's really just a great experience. I love it. Love y'all. Hope you aren't having too much fun without me. Much love.
Elder M. Wright