wacky weekend

Friday, I went into a local high school, St. Stevens, to eat lunch with a couple youth from our church. Since I had never gone before, I just sat at a table near the canteen, and waited until I saw some familiar faces. High school is so funny, everything seems so much smaller once you've been away from it for a couple years. After sitting for about 20 minutes, Jade finally found me and I ate with her and her friends in what they call "houses". Apparently each student belongs to a house, probably similar to what we called "teams" in middle school, which is just a tag for the same teachers and the same classes. At least, I think that's how it works. Friday night was youth group, we went and played Wacky Putt at Hillary's. This mini-golf course was unique in that each hole had a different prank for you to experience. Most of the holes just squirted you with water or when you went to reach for your ball, something alarming happened. Definitely great entertainment for the evening. I'm hoping for more kids at the next one: "If you build it, they will come".

Saturday morning me and some of the girls got together and made breakfast at Cath's house, we were stuffed by noon. Then, me and Hayley hung out at her house and watched way too many Gilmore Girls episodes. I don't feel so bad admitting that, considering that Josh is probably more addicted to the show than us. Sunday morning was an early start. I put my foot in my mouth and told my friend Steve I liked to go running, and he said, "Oh, what about a run bright and early Sunday morning?" So we went for a brisk run and then I hurried to church. The song leader had me sing with him actually in the front, which is an upgrade from singing in the back into the microphone. The service was really nice and Josh began his lessons on John, I love the gospel of John. After service, me and some of the girls had a hen's party to go to for our friend Anna, who is getting married on Saturday. We had the party in King's Park, it's absolutely beautiful and green there, I always feel like a kid in a candy shop, so much to explore. Sunday evening I went to church with my friend Sian, who I went up north with me on our trip to Exmouth. She goes to Mount Hawthorne Baptist, their praise and worship is so uplifting, I haven't experienced that in a while, it was really nice. It made me really appreciate Sanctuary back in Nashville, I would love it if we could get something like that started here. After church, we went to the Universal Bar in the city and listened to a Jazz band, Sian knew some of the guys in the band. It was a great atmosphere, and of course, I found my way to the dance floor.

Today has been pretty uneventful, except for an incident this morning. On my way to Care group, I was stopped for a random breath test. They made me pull into a parking lot and asked for my license and checked my car. I thought great, American driver's license, but they only made a few jokes about North Carolina and let me on my way. I don't know what it is about uniforms that makes me so nervous, and then I think, well, if you act nervous, they're going to be suspicious, and you have nothing to be nervous about. But then that usually makes me more nervous because I'm trying to act normal, but I'm obviously nervous. Does that happen to anyone else? All in all, I wasn't deported and everything is ok, just another day in the life of duty.