Tour Poster v.1
Tour Poster v.2 (I'll explain)
Earlier this year I traveled with the Tabernacle Choir to Arizona to do some concerts for their centennial celebration. Despite being a short little trip, we packed in the activities. It was perfect weather for us; a break from the chili February we were having in Utah. I was fortunate to get in a nice little run the morning after our first concert; both alone as well with a group of friends. Those morning runs are some of my favorite times on tour. The concerts were brilliant. We sang the same set as we did in last year's choir tour. I love the music, and I was even able to grow to love the "I Love You Arizona" song. It was fun to rest and relax the second day of the tour since we just had to wait for our next concert that night. I spent the time drawing, reading, watching Nacho Libre on my iPad, swimming with friends, and eating. Perhaps the most curious scenario of the trip played out at the hotel pool. We happened to be joined in our hotel that day by the University of Utah gymnastics team. I'm sure they were thrilled as we were to be in the warm weather and it did not surprise me to see them all descend to the pool in their bikinis minutes after they arrived at hotel. Gymnasts are fascinating to me; I enjoy watching them. Their bodies are amazingly strong, they can perform the most amazing stunts, and their voices are cartoonishly high. Their attire seemed to shock some of the choir pool goers that afternoon, but honestly, if anyone deserves to wear a bikini it's these ladies. They spent the whole afternoon at the pool talking about tan lines with their high pitched voices that carried across the pool to where I was perfecting my swim turn technique. I'm sure they improved on their tans much more than I did with my turns, I certainly wasn't impressing anyone. Anyhow, the time came to leave the sunny pool setting and get ready for the concert that evening. Most all of the gymnasts felt it was time to retire from the poolside at that moment as well. It was funny to see them walk into the hotel lobby where hundreds of Tabernacle Choir members were returning from their day excursions to see such scantily clad young women standing in line for the elevator. Now, it is somewhat a tradition of mine to not use the elevator on choir tours. Why would I wait in line to completely fill an elevator and stop at every floor as people got off on their respective level? I can't remember if I thought to use the stairs in this instance, but I do remember seeing an open elevator with no line of people filing into it. No sooner did I get in than did many other choir folk and several bikini clad gymnasts. Now that is something you don't see on every choir tour. Up we went. The group thinned as we ascended and I waited for my stop on one of the top floors of the hotel. Soon I found myself alone in the company of half-naked gymnasts as the last of the choir contingent exited to their floor. These gals must have been going to the top floor. Wow. All I could think of was the 14-year-old boy inside of me dreaming about how cool it would be to be alone in such a situation. We only had a few more floors to travel before I exited, and I really wish I would have asked the gymnasts in our short span of alone time to do a hand stand or a back flip or something cool, but looking back it must have been the spirit that held my tongue. Maybe I'll save that request for the next time I'm alone in an elevator with gymnasts when I'm not in so much a hurry to get to a choir concert.
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