We aren't in Kansas anymore...

Yesterday Guy and I had our first real experience with the utah mormon culture, and it was a bit of shock.
We looked up online which ward we are supposed to be in, just our luck it started at 8:30! so we headed out to try and find the church building, as we are driving we pass a few churches but none are the right address. We see a steeple in the distance and figure that must be it. As we pull into the parking lot, THERE ARE TWO CHURCHES THAT SHARE ONE PARKING LOT! (and they weren't small either, about the size of a stake center back home). We didn't know which building to go into. We tried one, but it was the singles' building. We tried the other one but the sacrament meeting that was about to start was for the wrong ward. We were very lost and asked for some help, a nice man told us that the 98th ward met in the other chapel at the far end of the builing. Oh silly us we should have checked the other chapel! Ok, so not only were there two buildings there was two chapels! We sat through the whole sacrament meeting trying not to fall asleep (it was 8:30 in the morning). After the meeting was done we went and talked to a member of the bishopric to fill out some new member forms and then we found out that we went to the wrong ward. The boundaries had just changed and the ward we are actually in met at 2:30! But luckily the whole 17th stake meets in the same building so we were able to track down our real bishop. We filled out some forms and then found out that meeting times were switching. We aren't going to have 2:30 church, it switches next week to 8:30.
After we were finally done I felt like I wanted to go home and make some green jello.