I didn't really mean to tie them together but that was the only sermon I went to.

I've mostly been to church weddings, and mostly Southern Baptist weddings, which are on the conservative side, but the receptions have been off church grounds which means music and dancing.

I've been to several Jewish weddings, and one Mormon wedding reception. Couldn't go to the actual Mormon wedding, since I'm not Mormon.

Veering away from craxy churches and fat is bad sermons to ping Erin and say that Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day is indeed, HUGE fun and I adored it and I want to make Lee Pace my new woobie.

I know, I know... get in line. But... he sings!

The rice pie is done! I feel very accomplished and like my grandmother would be proud of me for baking some of the traditional recipes.

Church of Christ, from my experience is way out there.

Not to be confused with United Church of Christ which is quite lefty.

Hil, maybe rice noodles or those tofu noodles? We're eating rice as a gesture of Ashkenazi-Sephardic unity and also because it is easier, but even if you aren't those tofu-based noodles taste pretty good.

Still requires grocery shopping, I suppose, but gets you pasta.

I've seen the tofu noodles, but been kind of skeptical. I might give them a try -- thanks for reminding me of them.

I have some in my fridge but haven't tried them yet.

Sigh. Had date. It was...okay. I mean, it was good, and I still like her, but it was not as sparky and sexy as I could've hoped for. We went to the dance lesson (and some people I was hoping wouldn't be there were there, and gave me some knowing looks for showing up with her, ugh), and then afterward we headed to this bar/restaurant that ended up being much more crowded and noisier than hoped for. But we got two rounds of drinks, and the chatting was easier by the end of the second round (ahem). And she was saying she had to go to this other bar where her softball team was and I was explaining how she could take the bus...and walked her to where the bus stop was...and was hoping the bus would take a while...but instead it was pulling up as we got there and she had to hop right on. ARGH. No chance for even a kiss, much less making out. HRMPH.

GRRR.

ARGH.

Texted her good luck finding the bar, and she wrote back that she had fun. But STILL.

I WANTED KISSES.

A dyke that plays softball??! That's crazy. Next you'll be telling me lesbians like the rugby.

You know, you don't have to wait for the end of the evening to kiss....