Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Just Call Me Goldi-Locks: I just didn't eat the Porridge

This past weekend I returned to the blessed state of Colorado to be a Groomsmen for a marriage of some FOCUS missionary friends.  Now Mr. and Mrs. Christopher and Samantha (Davenport) Rothschild.  And just like any long hours of traveling, your bound to get a crazy story! Here's mine!











Before the Wedding and After wedding pictures!  I was blessed to do a mission to El Salvador with both of them in June

So my trip started with waking up at 3 AM (2 AM Mountain Time) to leave for the airport at 3:30 in the morning.  My father graciously picked me up from the seminary the night before to drive me in.  I arrived to the airport with plenty of time to do my morning prayers and to relax before getting on the plane.  I got on the plane and before I know it I started talking to the passenger right next to me.  She started asking questions that I would usually start with... "So are you coming or going?  Is Denver your home?"  Which of course I explained, Colorado use to be my home for the past three years, but I have returned to my studies.  She continued to ask where, so I responded, St. Mary of the Lake University, I'm studying to be a Catholic Priest, when she replied, "Oh my former boy-friend is a Catholic Seminarian."  To my surprise for this is not a common response (especially on top of the fact that she wasn't Catholic).  Turns out, I actually knew her former boyfriend.  Needless to say I should of known the trip was going to be crazy/great from the get go.

When I landed and got my rental car, I decided to feed my coffee addiction because of my early morning and another 2 hour drive to get to my next destination.  I found myself at a local Starbucks.  Little did I know I that I would run into a Missionary's sibling working there.  She recognized my FOCUS logo jacket and it started a short and exciting conversation.

I made my to Pueblo, CO for Mass, tuxedo fitting/pickup, and lunch, only to find out that the plan was to do the Rehearsal at 5 PM, Dinner at 7 PM, and men's night with fire and beer until 11:30.  Realizing that I would need to at least get a nap I asked Christopher if I could slip away for mid afternoon siesta.  A former missionary also joined me because he needed to shower and clean up for the rehearsal.  In order to save some cost, the groomsmen were invited by a FOCUS Mission Partner (Someone who has supported Samantha in her mission with FOCUS) to stay at their place.  Christopher explained the place to have a basement with 2 queen size beds.  Through his iPhone he shared the pin drop of the house and explicitly said to go to the pin drop (location on the GPS map).  He also shared their contact information so that I could call ahead and let the owner know that I was coming.  After making my way from Pueblo to Rye, CO, which was another 40 minute drive, I called the owner 20 minutes out.  Told him I was coming, he shared his excitement to have us.

So I pulled up to the house, entered the basement door saying my dad's traditional entrance tune, "hello to the house, hello to the house."  I made my way upstairs to meet the owner, only to find the owner of the house sleeping on the lazy boy watching TV.  Not wanting to disturb the our hose, I turned around noticed the 8 shotguns and rifles on his near by gun rack.  I discovered the 2 queen size beds as Chris described and jumped on the top of the covers to take a short nap, while the other groomsmen was about to clean up.  The bed was so comfortable and I knew it wouldn't take long to be completely asleep, when I heard the other groomsmen introducing himself to the owner of the house.  Before I knew it, Michael knocked on my door, exclaiming "Michael, we are at the wrong House!!!"  I jumped out of bed, fumbled through my phone to try to explain to the owner and his son why were at the house and that we were suppose to stay at the Power's house.   Little did we notice, the sign that said at the basement door, welcome to the Decker's House.  Apologizing profusely, the older son jumped on his 4 wheeler to take us up further up the mountain to the Power's House.  Needless to say, I didn't get my nap in because my heart was pounding from the mistake.  What would of happened if the groomsmen jumped into shower?  Would I have been met with the shotgun?
All I can say is, "at least I didn't eat the porridge!"

My lesson and Theological point for this blog:  Don't sleep in a stranger's bed!