Some pictures have easy memories to explain.
Avonlee fell asleep.
2 people smiling.
3 people smiling.
2 dating people smiling.
2 people, that one of their parents has an overabundance of hilarious stories about the other one from Bible College.
2 people deadpanning. 1 person doing a particularly better job cause she's had years and years of practice.
But pictures like these?
It's rather hard to link together and make any sense out of the decisions that started this train of events.
Let's just say we found Caleb with a table cloth wrapped around his head.
And I found myself helping arrange it.
Then apparently we reverted from headdress making to the classy warfare of the early Christian age.
Let the gladiator fights begin.
Here's another memory that is hard to retell.
BECAUSE I FORGOT YOUR NAME KRISTIN. I KNOW THAT'S NOT YOUR NAME BUT IT'S ALL I CAN COME UP WITH. *crying face*
I'M DRY. I'M EMPTY.
I'M DRY. I'M EMPTY.
See, there was this girl that came up to me and Beth, saying that she read both of our blogs and loved them!
I was immediately suspicious of this girl that said she read my blog and loved it, but I decided to give her a fair chance before I judged.
Turns out she actually reads our blogs, and is totally legit.
"Kristin" was like a walking explosion of Pentecostal joy and it was awesome to meet her.
Problem is that unless someone starts throwing tomatoes at me, I will forget their name.
If you read this, please comment below with your real name, and please.
Put me to shame for forgetting your name. I promise that whatever you comment I will post to the fullest.
I deserve it. Spare me not.
Just as Nineveh would have been on the day of judgement, lay me out. Lambast me.
MAYBE THEN I WILL TURN FROM MY WICKED WAYS.
Cassia and Avonlee had this matching thing going on.
I love you Chik-fil-a.
Helping the girls pick out possible styles for the Youth Event Friday night.
I don't entirely understand...
Actually I don't understand at all, but Mickey Mouse ears are very important to these women.
Some cultural thing.
If you remember from my failed 5 part blog post from WCC 2016, Pt. 1, I featured a picture of myself and the 2 Scrublets, Stephanie and Shalay.
Shalay was not impressed by my random request demanding a picture with her and Stephanie, but she agreed to the picture anyways.
It's taken me a whole year of blood and sweat, dedicating my life's goal to furthering Scrubs business ventures at multiple conferences, but she's finally warming up.
Look at them.
They look so happy to be with one of their biggest sponsors.
Good friends doesn't even begin to describe.
Little baby Blotto was getting a blessin'.
The last night, Daniel and Sammy always pull out all the stops.
This year that meant matching their clothes, even down to the same red-dotted tie.
They say it was on accident.
Denae and Danae. Not to be confused.
Every year at the youth event when we fear the end is coming, we know for sure when Bro. Wilson starts greasing up his trusty old bullhorn.
It just wouldn't be WCC without it.
But this is only the end if you're a sane human being.
Cause if you're not, you can always leave the convention center and head to Denny's until 6 in the morning and then stagger back into the hotel and get 1 1/2 hours of sleep before it's time to get up to say goodbye to all your friends.
I've said it before, but goodbye is possibly the saddest word in the English language.
Because you never know which goodbye will be your last.
But one friend I always take home with me, until frequent washing erases him to just a memory.
"Don't ever wash your hands again, ok?"
(He says that every year.)
The last night, they took down the usual banner that announces the conference and set up a new one, for 2018.
Bro. Morton got up and announced a new schedule for the next year of the conference, and that there was going to be a theme.
2018 is going to be the year of evangelism.
See ya'll at DiCicco's.