In September, Brent and I went to New York City to attend a party to celebrate my aunt’s wedding to her partner of nearly 40 years. It was a quick trip, but we managed to squeeze in the Book of Mormon musical. We left our apartment in the morning and stumbled upon a huge street fair, where we looked at all sorts of items that people were hawking and tried various treats (including fried oreos!). We walked by the Museum of Natural History and then to the Manhattan church building and temple. We went inside to check out the building (none of us had ever been inside before), sang the opening hymn of a big Single Adults conference meeting, and then headed back out to the street to finish walking to Times Square and eventually to the Eugene O’Neill theater, where we saw the Book of Mormon musical. We laughed and cried and laughed some more. It was irreverent and touching and crude and uplifting–all at the same time.