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21 May 2006

So my lovely lady and I visited our new church again today. We went there once when we were in town in March to find our apartment, and after visiting a bigger, richer church last weekend--which neither of us liked--we went back to this little one downtown. Very nice--nice service, nice people, nice building, nice distance (six minutes if you take 490).

The only drawback is that it's not the youngest church in town. Not that there's anything wrong with older folks--without them, there'd be no church, which would be no good. But sometimes older folks don't hear so well. And, let's face it, my lady's real name--which she sometimes uses for some reason when introducing herself instead of the shorter, less complicated version--can be hard to make out if you're a) white, b) old, or c) both of the above. Some amusing exchanges ensued, sitcomlike:

MY LADY: Hi, I'm [real name, en espanol].


MY LADY: [real name].

OLD PRESBYTERIAN GENTLEMAN: [after a moment's indecision] So pleased to meet you, Stephanie. [This is not her name. Or even close.]

MY LADY: [sheepishly] Nice to meet you, too.

OLD PRESBYTERIAN GENTLEMAN: [to his wife] Honey, I want you to meet Stephanie. She's lovely, and visiting.

OLD PRESBYTERIAN GENTLEMAN'S OLD PRESBYTERIAN WIFE: Melanie, it's wonderful to have you with us today.

What's spectacular is that this happened several times over the course of fellowship hour. And what's even better is that she and I are both too introverted to correct anyone, so she will undoubtedly be known by at least a dozen different names in this tiny congregation. Which is hilarious. I just hope they never compare notes. Or turn up their hearing aids.

Enjoy fellowship hour that much more with me,



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