chestnutcurls | where everybody knows your name

Last night was (unintentionally) entertaining. I went to the summer study at the Ugly Mug, and the tone of the evening was different than usual. The speaker was a local youth director whom I'd never heard of. Casey and Alli and I sat together on a couch and whispered a lot. Some outtakes:

Guy, interrupting the music for announcements: That's it. Let's get back to the tuneage!
Casey: Hey. Did you guys know we are now a youth group?

Speaker: Those whom God saves are the elect. And those whom he doesn't save are...the non-elect.
Me, thinking: Boy, am I glad you had those four years in seminary.

Speaker: When I go to this cafe, they know what I want for breakfast. And everyone wants a place like that! (Orating dramatically) A place where everyone knows who you are! Where you belong!
Me: I have a sudden urge to sing the theme from Cheers.
Casey: I'm already singing it in my head!

Ah, Presbyterian follies. I love my friends. I wish I had something else funny or uplifting to say, but I don't. Except:

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