What Would Sadie Do?/ JE-AH!

There comes a point in every human being's life when the filter between the brain and the mouth shuts off.  For me, this generally happens every night around 10 p.m.  With the addition of finals this week, not only has the filter stopped working at earlier times, but the thoughts that need to be filtered are becoming odder and odder.  Last night, we had our boys over for one last hoorah to watch "What Would Ryan Lochte Do" (which was terribly disappointing by the way, I do not recommend it). The boys decided that whenever anyone tells a lame story, instead of saying the typical "...and you found five dollars" at the end, it's best to say "...and then you made out" at the end.  Somehow this developed into Jacob shouting the latter not just at the end, but in the middle of any story, phrase, or awkward silence.
Cassidy, Evan, and I have "Support Group" every Tuesday night where we talk about how Cassidy and Evan are picked on by their roommates and I pick on my roommates.  Usually this turns into hysterical laughing about who-knows-what for a couple of hours.  We have one last Tuesday where all three of us will be here, and so we are obligated to attend one last Support Group session.  I tell Evan this at about 11 p.m. last night, and he replies that he has finals and can't do it at the typical time.  I have Temple Prep lessons at that same time as well, so I reply, "Oh that's fine, cause I can't do it then either.  I can do it late at night though..." Jacob then interjects with a "...and then you made out".  Filter off + broken brain = me proceeding to say, "I don't know... Evan???" Everyone bursted out laughing.  Evan's face froze in an awkward-Shia-Lebouf kind of way.

Apparently though, Evan quite didn't understand what was going on, because his roommates had to explain to him the context of what had just blurted out of my mouth.  His face turned bright red, and shifted from awkward-Shia-Lebouf to a I-can't-believe-that-just-happened-Ryan-Gosling.

After about five seconds, my brain finally clicked back in, and I realized that I had just offered Evan, my good friend, Elders Quorum President, and the man with good genes (roommates, please laugh at this inside joke) a NCMO.  I started yelling phrases like, "That was a joke!"  "I really didn't mean it!" "That came out of my mouth really wrong".  Luckily everyone was under the impression that it was a joke, and things went back to normal.  

What makes this story even better is that on one of my dates with Evan, we took a group picture.  Due to some weird optical illusion things, it looks like Evan's hand is kinda low on my waist.  In addition to that, Annalee discovered that if you crop the picture just right, it looks like an we're-engaged-! photo of Evan and I (it really doesn't help that were wearing coordinating colors). 

 I've been receiving crap about Evan and I as a couple ever since then.  Since my roommates knew of this, and a few other factors, they were close to rolling on the ground laughing when I accidentally suggested a make-out session with him.  Cassidy was laughing so hard she was clinging to my shoulder; I thought she was going to knock me down.  

I guess the moral of the story (as Annalee would say), NEVER TALK TO ANYBODY DURING FINALS WEEK.

--Sadie