Mormon Walk of Shame

Today I completed the Mormon Walk of Shame. For those of you unaware that's when you forget that your ward is having some sort of conference and you miss church. You show up at the building on time and you're there...all alone...all dressed up with no where to go. 

I haven't really been to church in a while. Last week I was sick, the week before that I was exhausted and only stayed for an hour, and the week before that I was brand new and was all flustered. Naturally, I was pretty determined when I woke up this morning to make it to church. However, being, as I was, sick last week I missed the memo on Stake Conference being today. So I figured I'd be really clever and look up the time and place of the meeting on my phone while in the church parking lot. Now, despite having a website and a facebook page, my ward's not great about getting information out there. I couldn't even find an announcement for it. So I got the brilliant idea to use my LDS Tools app and look it up there. Turns out I forgot my password. Half an hour later I'd finally managed to change my password to something that the website approved of. Mine was "too easy to guess". Gotta be honest, not real worried about evil hackers getting into my LDS Tools account. But I digress.

Anyway I looked up my ward website and all I could find was the time of Stake Conference: right now. After a long search I realized that I'd never find the building and decided to just go to a different ward. That's the funny thing about not being in Utah anymore, pretty much everywhere within driving distance is part of the same Stake, so nowhere was having church. Eventually I just drove home.

On the way I thought about how frustrating it was that I'd worked so hard, and was all dressed up and ready to go to church but there was no church. Then I thought, "I got ready for church and I'm gonna go to SOME type of church". So I looked up Cathedrals and it turned out there was one right around the corner from me and it had a Mass starting at 11:00. I figured there was at least one meeting that I could make it to so why not? I'd already parked outside St. Patrick's when I remembered, I hate Mass. I'll have to go back some time when there was no meeting planned so I can look at the artwork.


So here I am. In a dress, sitting on my couch, ready to go nowhere. And while I know that I'm the only one who knows that I just Walk of Shame'd, it's still a little embarrassing.