You know how we always sing that song from primary. You know the one, "Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday." Well, I never felt like Saturday was a special day for that reason. In fact, I kind of resented the fact that we had to leave girls' houses at midnight or that I would have to go to bed early so I could get ready for some Sunday meeting. While, I would be lying to say that my perspective has been completely altered, I can say that it has slightly shifted. Friday evening we took a trip to the Western Wall. It was probably a half hour before the beginning of Sabot. A few of the guys and I went down near the wall and listened to the people singing. It was full of Orthodox Jews. I felt a little awkward just observing, kind of like how I imagine others feeling if they came to our sacrament meeting and just walked around while we partook of the sacrament. As Sabot approached, they all turned and faced the other direction (away from the wall). Then as they sang they turned back around to face the wall. It was a pretty neat effect. A little further back we found some of the younger Jews greeting the Sabot in their own way. They formed circles and were singing a dancing. Of course when I say dancing, I really mean something akin to a mosh-pit and when I say singing I mean something more like cheers at a football game. So of course I had to join in. It was great way to welcome the Sabot. The guys there welcomed us and we all had so much fun together (regardless of the fact that we were obviously not Jewish). So from now on, I think we should standardize a party every Saturday night around 11:30 so that we can welcome the Sunday with some real style.