One of the blessings of being out here is that I have a small, but intense, number of dear friends who make every weekend twice as lookforwardtoable. I’m pleased to be going out tonight in order to find the *PERFECT* bottle of wine for dinner tomorrow (well, it’ll be red, anyway) and a perfect one of those desk braingames gifts.
Friday, seriously, is the highlight of the week for me.
And it’s weird to think that church on Sunday is one of the other highlights.
The best analogy I can come up with is going to Floyd’s Barbershop for a straight-razor head shave. Until you walk through the door and sit in the chair, you will not realize exactly how much you’ve missed sitting in that communal setting.
Of course, the straight-razor head shave is like a Southern Baptist Lap Dance for your head and I cannot recommend it enough to anyone who does the “shaved head” thing from time to time. They do a hot towel to open all your pores, then they toss all kinds of oils and ointments and unguents and then a scalp massage that turns into a shave that you’re sure someone MUST have written about but all you can remember is Ulysses and that shaving scene wasn’t that great at all. Then they clean everything off and finish up with a cold towel to close all of your pores and… dang.
I was weak in the knees.
Well, the Unitarians aren’t exactly like that, but it is nice to sit in a room with somewhat like-minded people who are trying to figure stuff out. So I’m looking forward to church too.
Which is a sentence I neverever thought I’d write.
So… what’s on your docket?