This weekend is my ward's Relief Society retreat. We're going to some cabin. There will be hiking. Junk food. Presumably some sing-alongs.*
It's not really my bag, but I've spent three months with no friends in Austin.** Clearly showing up at church and going to two or three activities a month is not going to cut it.
The problem is, I've done this Relief Society retreat thing before, with limited results. (Read: No results, and some internal seething anger.) So this time, I'm getting my Secret on (ugh) and envisioning a yay-friends-sunshine-and-puppies-sleepover starting on Monday in hopes of guaranteeing a peppy Friday.
Wish me luck.
* You know, this may just be me getting my Liz Lemon on, but why are grown women having a sleepover? Not a fan.
** Not technically true. Amy and I have hung out since she moved here, but I knew Amy in law school. So no "Austin-made" friends.