Last weekend, Ryan and I attended the "Spring Formal" for the dental school held at the Pearl Street Grill in downtown. It was very fun. We got all done up (well, as "done up" as a frumpy, Mormon school teacher ever gets--believe me, I had the dowdiest dress in the entire place!), we enjoyed a nice dinner with friends, and then we danced the night away.
It really was a delightful evening, and I am thinking of inviting my sisters and their husbands for next year's event, to make-up for our last attempt at a formal dance. What do you say, girls? Skip the Sheridan and fly to the Buff?
We sat next to some really friendly Asian students from Ryan's class. At one point, Ryan got up to get me a drink, and one of them (whose Americanized name is Ryan, ironically), slid over next to me and said in his thick accent and in all sincerity, "The very first time you met Ryan, did you know that you wanted to marry him?"
"Well, I wouldn't say that I knew I wanted to marry him," I responded, trying not to giggle. "But I did know that he was something special."
"He is something special," this adorably sincere fellow agreed. "He is humble, smart, and serious about school...plus he kicks my butt (he may have used a different word) on the soccer field. You got one of the very best!"
I couldn't agree more!
Ryan Nielson with Ryan the admirer