Flakers and Fried Funnies

*Side Note: I happen to be a varsity athlete at the sport of dodging out on dates (dates mean getting to know someone = a possible relationship within 5 years = commitment = Beckie goes into anaphylactic shock)- but when it comes to actual plans and hangouts with my buds- I am all about it and I cannot stand what my friend Angela and I have coined- The Provo Flakers (initially when I typed that, it gave me the red squiggly misspelled thingy- but it's officially a word now). So annoying! If you want to do something do it- if you don't, say it and don't come, but don't flake- it's irksome. (Unless you are doing something really important like assignments...heh heh)
*SEGUE*
Last weekend Angela and I are thinking that we want to go do something fun. However, we know that this is going to be a difficult task because no matter how much you plan, you get ditched out on. It isn't even personal, it's just the Flakeritis (that one I kind of made up, but 67% of words you can add "itis" to and they are real...that is a 98% false statement). We decide on a BYU basketball game. And I'm pretty sure few things compare to my enjoyment at sporting events. But this also proved to be a task in itself as Stephan, Angela and I had to drive around for an eternity, park a million miles away and walk a marathon (exaggerating a little- but they run for a living not me...) to the Marriot Center (MarriOT or MarriET, you choose). But we got there and WHO did I run into? That's right, Robbie Hintze and Nick Heiman. We had a little chit chat moment and it was marvelous... Always so good to run into friends from home- especially after 5 years and especially ones that took you to prom, totally worth the trek :)

After the game, when James and Stephan had DITCHED us, the real adventure began. It began at Zupa's and somehow after hearing all the "BEST" cooking moments of Jean Paul's mission, we ended up deciding to make fried Snickers and Twinkies. We head to Albertson's to get our ingredients and then back to Jean Paul's house, then back to the store , where he was famous, because we needed oil and then back to begin our creation...Please see the the exhibit A.

Exhibit A

It didn't really work out as we had hoped. Worthy efforts were made several times, amidst scalding oil spilling/exploding everywhere, there were at least 3 or 4 attempts. But eventually we accepted out defeat and that Jean Paul was lying about that mission moment (double whammy- lying on about your mission!? jk jP) and we moved on to the Twinkie. Please see Exhibit B.

Exhibit B

You may not be able to tell from my incredulous expression- but it was actually pretty frickin fantastic! Much better than the plain twinkie itself. What is it about fat that makes that happen? So on a whim, we failed at deep frying candy bars, but we were victorious with the twinkie and had A LOT of laughs. But 2 main moral of this story:

1. Don't ditch out, you never know what kind of adventure you could be missing
2. Hillary- if you're going lose your twinkie innocence- do so to one that is *fried*.