An Evening

A couple of weeks ago, Mitch and I went to Provo for the weekend. I had a ton to do that weekend and told her, "Girl, this better be awesome because I am giving up a lot to go on this trip." She promised it would be a grand ol' time. When we got to Provo, we were meeting her high school friends at Le Dolce Vista (a quaint little Italian restaurant). We had stopped at Thanksgiving Point to "freshen up" and thought we were looking rather smashing. As soon as we walked in the restaurant and sat down with her friends, I was feeling rather stupid. This trip down to Provo was a surprise so none of Mitch's friends knew she was coming to their dinner party. Needless to say, they were ecstatic to see my dear friend. For about 10 minutes, I sat down at one end of the table and quietly read my menu while trying my best to look confident and pleasant. Why, oh why, do I have to be so insecure at times? Why can't I just start talking to people when I meet someone new? I sat there for a while wishing my hardest that Mitch would stop talking to that handsome married man and come sit by my side. She didn't. So, I decided to say something clever like, "Are you Luke?" to the complete stranger next to me. Thankfully, he was Luke! After a few more minutes, my delightful Mitch came back to me. She was gracious and welcoming the whole time and I didn't feel stupid after that. I even felt like I gained some new friends on that trip. We did have a good time. I'm glad I went.