Joie de vivre

Sunday morning I drove an hour and a half with a girl from church to visit my old friend Sarah. We got lost six times, asked directions in three gas stations, a doughnut shop, and a Pentacostal church, and drove all the way to Collinsville before realizing we really wanted to go the opposite direction (no thanks to Sarah, who KNEW the correct way but faked us out into thinking we knew what we were doing.)

We attended a Baptist church where we were serenaded by a drummer and the entire brass section of an orchestra, including a sax player who soloed multiple times. We had forgotten our Bibles, but did not need them as all the Scripture was power-pointed onto the large screen. There was also not a hymnal in the place because 1) they didn't sing hymns and 2) all lyrics were, again, projected on the screen. In front of us a young couple apparently thought they were at the movies, since the were cuddling and hugging and laying their heads on each others shoulders. (Smooeyness follows me everywhere...)

We ate at a hole-in-the-wall Mexican place, got throughly cracked up at our little short Mexican male waiter, who we couldn't understand (every time he came around and said something to us we'd just nod and say, "Fine, everything's fine, good food, thanks!"), and tried to control our giggles long enough to ask for carry out containers. We ate icecream cones in a park, marched through the woods looking for a rope swing that has dissapeared, and found Artistic (and Dead) Trees. Took some pictures by aforesaid Artistic Trees.

Then we ate pizza, said goodbye, and drove home, where I found my car still where I had parked it, even though there was a sign that said "One hour parking; all others will be towed." (Whew.)

Mainly we just laughed a lot. My stomach still hurts. *grin*