Solvang in the name of responsibility. I had a ton of work to do for my upcoming trip to Phoenix, as well as a talk to prepare for church on Sunday. I snuck out for a couple hours that evening to attend a church midsingles event in Pasadena, but came back home to continue work til late. Somehow, despite attending church pretty much every Sunday for the last 30+ years, I've managed to go the last twelve without having to speak in sacrament meeting. I guess musical callings get you out of a lot of things? I spent a lot of extra time in preparation 'cause I wanted it to be good.
Church came early at 9am - I attended my ward, delivered my message on charity and compassion, and went home to nap after the first hour. No, I wasn't skipping out. I was merely preparing for another 3-hour block of church meetings on this 5th Sunday when all the midsingles in the LA area meet together for our own meetings. The LA Stake center is a compound of buildings that doesn't look anything like a normal chapel. I kind of love it. Every building needs a stained glass window.
One girl asked him if he'd ever play at a singles dance (we all knew that question was coming). He paused and simply said, I would invite you all to come to Coachella.
Meet and greet totally happened. My weekend was complete.