Compliments

Larry walked into my office today and said, "You do good work, kid." I barely had the chance to say thank you before he briskly walked away. Still, I was honored.

Tonight I went to the get-together the folks from LifeHouse and Baptist Temple were putting together. I had to work until about 21:45 hours today so by the time I got home, changed, and found the place in Alamo, the group was pretty much already done for the evening. They had just started watching Napolean Dynamite. The only other time I had seen this movie was a DVD rip while serving with Chi-Rho. It kept skipping and I missed much of the story. This time, I got to take it all in. What's great is that I had been sitting all day so I stood in place throughout the movie. It felt good to use my glutes for such a long period of time. Basically, my ass hurt.

A fellow named Trevor and his wife were our guest speakers and talked to the mostly college-age group about college life, single life and just life in general. Some people had questions. I usually just sit and listen in these situations because I have a tendency to preach and almost did about "simplicity of life yet choosing to make it difficult".

Afterward, we sat down in little groups and talked amongst ourselves while most everyone else went to bed. I met an interesting girl named Sarah from Bolivia who used to be in R.O.T.C. and a ohmygodihaveanervoustick chick named Christina. At first I thought Christina was nervous but she just... she's just twitchy. She used to be a cheerleader. Go figure.

So the cute but twitchy ex-cheerleader Christina told us her life story without really telling us much of anything. She got bored listening to others but loved to talk, herself.

She told us about her pets and how she has the uncanny ability to "accidentally" murder them. Blacky was a mouse (one of those little fat rodents you feed to snakes) who was poisoned when Christina sprayed him with deoderant to make him not stinky. Blacky II was a gerbil who liked to ride in wheelbarrows, until he fell over the front and was run over. There was an entire gerbil family who was roasted when Christina left them out in the sun too long. And lets not forget all the overfed fish.

By about 07:30 hours Saturday morning, I was ready to collapse. I decided to go home, shower, and come back for 08:30 breakfast. When I got home, I laid down and closed my eyes. When I opened them, it was two in the afternoon.

Later, Samantha gave me a call to check up on me. I told her what happened and she had figured that I had gotten home and simply fallen asleep. I had such a long Friday that I wanted nothing more than to rest some more and that is precisely what I did.