A Story About Pants

Here's a story about a pair of pants I bought, and where we have gone together. It's a very important story in my life... It all started when some old mission friends, Andrew and Moroni, invited me along for a trip to Park City. Andrew and his girlfriend at the time (now wife) Belem really wanted to go shopping at the outlet stores and Moroni (Maldy) and I tagged along. As we were shopping we stopped at the Calvin Klein outlet store and while we were browsing Maldy challenged me to try on a pair of their jeans. Why? Well, Moroni put it this way "they're so comfortable you'll feel like you're naked!" How could I pass up an invitation like that? So I went in the changing room and tried on a pair of Calvin Klein jeans, and you know what? They were THAT comfortable... I bought them. This will always be a fond memory for me, as it was one of the first times I got to spend a good deal of time with Belem, who is a wonderful person.

Since that time my Calvin Klein jeans have been very special to me, they made me feel like Michael J. Fox in Back to the Future, and I started singing Chuck Barry songs whenever I wore them... although not always Johnny B. Goode. Sometimes I'd sing Huey Lewis and the News songs too. Crazy, huh? Me and my jeans had some good times, but sadly at one of the first activities I attended here in Richmond I was helping move a couch and as I lifted my jeans ripped. It was only a small hole, and the comfort of the 100% cotton leads to a less durable pant, so it was understandable, but still very sad. I decided I wasn't ready to say goodbye to my jeans yet, though, so I went to Target and purchased a patch for my jeans. After ironing on the patch my jeans and I had several successful outings together... sadly that would change.

On Friday, September 26, 2008 a group of friends and I loaded up in a truck and headed to Newport News, Virginia to attend a YSA dance they were having out there. When we first arrived they were having problems with the music and the men outnumbered the women by a large margin, so we went in search of food. This is irrelevant to my pants, but it's part of the story, so deal with it. After a successful outing that included calling the "waffle and steak" house right as it closed, we finished our Taco Bell and returned to the church gym where the dancing was going on. After eating much candy, the guys and I decided to hit the dance floor and show off our moves. Well, things were going well - we even had a strange little announcement of our names thing going on... when for some reason I decided to slap the floor wearing my Calvin Klein jeans.... I heard a tear and decided I should probably exit the dance floor.


Upon finding a wall to shelter my backside, which could clearly feel more of a breeze than it had moments before, I inspected the damage - I had a very large rip in my jeans this time. I probably wasn't going to save them. As the other guys in my group were building relationships of trust with young ladies who they had just met, I stood outside with my butt against the truck to not show my lack of modesty. Me and my jeans, we were breaking up - they just weren't going to be with me anymore. That is my story... I hope you enjoyed it. Here's a picture of me for the week - and a picture of my jeans!