Evang-a-dating

Today I was working on a presentation at one of those coffee shops that you speak in hushed tones while you are working...if you speak at all.

Except, for this swanky couple sitting on the couch deeply gazing into each other's eyes. They had a Bible out and were pouring over it. And talking very loudly. So of course I listened in. It wasn't long before I realized that the guy, who seemed to be a Christian, was participating in the age old ritual of evang-a-dating. In a somewhat sultry voice he was reading the scripture to his lady friend, and sharing with her who Jesus is. All the while making himself as desirable and flirtatious as possible.

It made me want to puke on my boots.

Saturday's

....are the day when I try to pretend like I'm not an adult yet...I actually for the past month have worn Cons every Saturday...mostly because they are forbidden "shoes that can float" at work. I also sleep in past my usual 5:30 wake up time...and just for the heck of it I eat a little junk food. I consider it rebelling against the life I've created for myself the other 6 days of the week. A sabbath from responsibility if you will.

Since I'm living with two dear friends, one of which is an old high school friend, I looked through his CD's and found a band I remember loving in high school. The nostalgic side of me is sad to report that I didn't enjoy it nearly as much. In fact I'm afraid that I had quite bad music taste at that point in my life :)

I think starting next week I'm going to try an hour of responsibility-less-ness a day, rather than pretending I'm five to ten years younger for a day.