In English, we call this "a disaster in the making"

(Mormon alert)

So, picture the scene: An American young men's president and an American young women's president are given the responsibility of organizing a stake dance for a bunch of Swiss teenagers. Does this sound like a recipe for success to you? Me neither. But that's what's going to happen next Saturday. I've spent the afternoon playing around with our DJ software, trying to figure out how to play music for the dance. (We've recruited a Swiss DJ from the ward, but his wife is supposed to go into labor at any moment. I'm hoping that she's in labor right now so that Nik can be around when we need him next week. Otherwise, I'm turning the DJ responsibilities over to Tanner.)

My motto right now is: "That which doesn't kill me makes me stronger." If I survive this experience, I'm going to be the strongest man alive.