i've offically given up. my film is lost. the post office destroyed it. i will never get my pictures. so if you wanted to see wedding pics, new appartment pics, sorry, you're screwed. it's been 3 weeks. i'm so sad.
anyway, long day of shopping yesterday with g. we hit pink frog, ragstock, fashion tomato, nevermind, h&m, and forever 21. i spent way too much money and got way to many new clothes. including 2 pairs of pants. all i really wanted was a sexy black tank top- which i got. and a lime one- and a unsexy brown one... you can see where this is going.
jen's housewarming was last night. i dressed up, false eyelashes and all. the sexy black tanktop, my denim miniskirt, and my new boots- they're huge platform heels, cheetah print, that come to below the knee. they make me about 6 inches taller, and i can walk 4 blocks or stand 20 min. or any combination thereof in them. i looked fabulous, but had to stop 3 times to balance on my heels to give the balls of my feet a rest on the walk home.
however, now i know that my neighborhood is such where i can walk home at midnight on saturday night wearing highheeled animal print boots and a short skirt and not get hassled. this is good to know.
this morning i was up at 9:30 and thought i really should do something about that church thing. i looked in the phone book, but i don't know addresses that well. so i signed online, and googled welcoming church boystown chicago. i got the methodist church, and their webpage said services were at 10.30, but the links said 11.15. i thought i could make it just a little late for the 10.30, but the broadway bus was so slow, i wasn't able to. but 2 blocks away is thepresbyterian church, and their 2nd service is at 11, so i went there.
the whole thing is just wierd to me. i have no faith anymore, but i remember it as nice, so i think i'd like to believe again, but i don't think that's possible at this point. really, the reason i'm church shopping is because i'm a terrible liar, and i need some facts to convince my grandma i'm still a christian. i'm shopping in boystown because i can't go to a church that thinks homosexuality is a sin again, and it's easily accessible via broadway bus. i find it all disconcerting- here i am, in this wooden pew, with these stained glass windows, holding my blue presbyterian hymal... the only thing different from grandma's church is the readings are an inclusive translation rather than king james. (well, and their whole "open heart-open door- open mind" slogan...) and when i push open the big wooden doors, they open on to: a parking lot full of suvs? no. rolling hills of pa? no. they open onto BROADWAY, for goodness sakes. to catch my bus i walk by 2 bars and the dry cleaners with the neon spool of thread that lights up in rainbow colors.
so i think my first reaction is amusement. as i'm plesantly charmed getting to be a redline commuter to work in the mornings, so i'm also charmed by the idea of a presbyterians in boystown. and presbyterians are really low key. they don't demand the whole huge committment that the vineyardites seem to want. they say jesus needs to take over your whole life. it doesn't seem to be too hard to admit god exists and show up on sundays in the presbyterian world.
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