Apologies, but the mention of Mutual awakened grandpa and reminded me of the Gold and Green Balls that used to be the year’s crowning social event for Mutual. Gold and green were the official colors of MIA, just as the Primary official colors were [one, two, three] red, yellow, and blue. G&G Balls were still a thing in the early 70s (I trust they’ve since been eliminated) and included those between the ages of 18 and 21 or so, who were called M-Men and Golden Gleaners.
For the event during our freshman year at BYU we decided to go all in on what we thought was a pretty stupid theme. We reserved the private dining room at the Morris Center, plastered the walls with photos of appropriate honorees (e.g., Golda Meir, Giuseppe Verdi, Barry Goldwater, Mean Joe Greene, etc.), had a menu tailored to the event (the only items I can remember were Honeymoon Salad--lettuce alone--and a disgusting gold and green Jell-O salad). I delivered a stirring keynote address honoring the two most underrated colors of the spectrum. I double dated with the future Church Historian who continues to wonder how he can work all that into the official History of the Church, including the conclusion of our evening that featured a malfunctioning traffic signal by Carson’s Market—weirdly stuck on both yellow and green. A perfect end to a weird evening. Okay, back to my nap.
For the event during our freshman year at BYU we decided to go all in on what we thought was a pretty stupid theme. We reserved the private dining room at the Morris Center, plastered the walls with photos of appropriate honorees (e.g., Golda Meir, Giuseppe Verdi, Barry Goldwater, Mean Joe Greene, etc.), had a menu tailored to the event (the only items I can remember were Honeymoon Salad--lettuce alone--and a disgusting gold and green Jell-O salad). I delivered a stirring keynote address honoring the two most underrated colors of the spectrum. I double dated with the future Church Historian who continues to wonder how he can work all that into the official History of the Church, including the conclusion of our evening that featured a malfunctioning traffic signal by Carson’s Market—weirdly stuck on both yellow and green. A perfect end to a weird evening. Okay, back to my nap.

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