aliens among us

subtitle: the best laid plans

I thought we were going to descend on Scott Williams’ LC campus today. I had it all mapped out. Either we’d both go, or even if she got too tired, I had the stepchild lined up to come over and stay with her so I could. I was going to see At The Movies no matter what!

Everything was going great. We spent Friday night at Sauced, in the Paseo District listening to Son del Barrio play. Well, I listened. Miss Thang danced most of the time. When she wasn’t chatting with the locals. Getting her out of the house and active seems to be causing her to thrive and come back more than anything else. I had to drag her home at 11:38pm to get some sleep before church the next morning. At 9:30 bible study time no less. To meet new friends there for their first time no less. At her church. GC, AKA Gospel Celebration (“because they should get to have a bumper sticker like LC does!”, according to miss thang)no less. The church she last stormed out of due to doctrinal differences.

This person is both like and unlike miss thang use to be. She has her old memories, but she acts completely different in one very strange and bizarre manner. She apologizes. It’s freaking me out. If you knew miss thang like I know miss thang, you’d realize that prying an apology out of her was like prying the rifle out of an NRA member’s cold dead fingers. Not easy.

Now, it’s everything she thinks she did wrong to someone, she not only recalls, but repeatedly apologizes for.

OK. Whatever. So we get home from GC at 2PM with the intent of taking a quick nap and then off to LC for At The Movies! Next thing I know, I’m asleep, waking up, and my stepchild has arrived to watch miss thang. But that wasn’t the plan. I was going to get ready to go to LC while miss thang napped, and we’d see how she felt when it was time to go.

Needless to say, we didn’t make it to LC. Even after the nap, I was still wiped out. miss thang was starting to feel the wild night of dancing and long morning of smoozing and was in no shape to go out either. Sorry folks. Best laid plans of old people and mice.

Part 2 of this story is a lot better. I just wanted to lay out the groundwork for some very interesting comparisons in part 2. There was the unwanted alien guest, the damaged but loyal alien who was finally fed up with her god after 25 years of unanswered prayer, and the pastor who tried too hard. Oh, and the wife that’s not much noticed.

GC is just freaking weird that way. I’ve yet to have an ordinary church hop there. Yes, that’s right. I’ve been branded a church hopper! I don’t know what that is, (OK, I have a vague notion), but I’m not sure I mind. (grin)

What? this is part one. Yer gonna have to wait for part 2. (grin)

Oh fine. Here, watch a video: Warning: Rated M for mature and SD for Salsa Dancing! right here, in river city…in fact, you aliens probably need to be both mature AND married to watch this video.