25 Days of Jack: Day Three

I think the first time I ever went to the Olive Garden was when I was fourteen years old.  I could be wrong, of course, seeing as the human memory is not an infallible thing.  Especially mine.  I was just there yesterday and I can't even remember what it was I ordered.  Carbonara something... no, Ravioli Chicken something...  maybe a taco?  Who knows.  I did eat a lot of breadsticks, got good and fat, and enjoyed the conversation with Michelle.

I paid seventeen dollars including the tip.  That I remember.

But yes, I think I was fourteen because that was how old you had to be to go to Church dances.  Every year we would drive a couple of hours in the Mayhoffers' Suburban to Colorado Springs, Colorado (from our tiny ward in La Junta) and go to a tri-stake youth activity called The Best of Especially for Youth.  It was what the Mormons refer to as a "devotional", and if you aren't or have never been LDS this is probably a lot of confusing gobbledygook.  I apologize.  Just know that all the teens would get together, listen to motivational speakers, and then afterwards we would have a big dance!

It really was a lot of fun.  But the best part was going to Olive Garden.  My family didn't go out to eat much, let alone a "fancy" place like Olive Garden.  But the Mayhoffer family, who tended to be our chaperones to a lot of these events, were quite fond of the place so it soon became a tradition.  We would always eat at Olive Garden between the devotional and the dance.  I ordered a lot of Fettuccine Alfredo back then.  Now I order things like the Chicken Ravioli Taco Something with a side of Guacamole.  I think.  Gosh, what in the world did I order?

It was freaking delicious whatever it was.

Moving on, yesterday's button went out to a coworker and friend named Wes.  This is my 36th move!  Yikes!  Today's opportunity to win a 1-inch Joaquin the Chihuahua button is by posting a funny joke in the comments below.  If it makes me laugh, you will win!