Some say love, it is a river.

[fancycwabs]

Went to Mrs. Cwabs' cabaret last night and turned pages for the pianist in order to avoid paying admission (Mrs. Cwabs had said it was a horrible experience for her, and I didn't want to compensate that behavior monetarily). The show was a mixed bag--about four people who could sing, about four people who could hit the right notes but couldn't really sing, and about six who struck out every time when it came to looking for the right pitch.

Afterwards, we went to Pearl's Oyster House, where they were out of everything we ordered save red beans and rice. Seriously, how does an "Oyster House" run out of oysters? Or crab? Or pickles? Oysters and Crab have to be flown in, but you can get pickles at the grocery store--and it's not like they didn't have folks standing around with their opposable thumbs jammed into various orifices. We left after two beers and a substitute appetizer--the food server came to our tables with red beans after we'd cancelled them when they told us half of what we ordered wasn't available.

This morning is father's day, and I got a nice breakfast out of it--Mrs. Cwabs is off to the hippie church where they pay her to sing on the occasional Sunday. The special music for father's day, the day when bowing to the patriarchical structure of most churches doesn't seem quite so out-of-place? "The Rose."

Our fictionalized dialogue:
ME: You're singing a song about drug addiction in as the special in church? Wow, that is a hippie church!
HER: It's not about drug addiction, it's a beautiful song about love being a flower.
ME: Whatever, hippie.

Comments

[bigbrownhound.livejournal.com]

What kind of hippie church is it? My husband wants to go to a hippie church, too. I'm not against the hippie church, per se, I have nothing against the hippies or the hippie church, we visited the hippie church while the girlies were out of town and the hippies were very friendly and inviting and welcoming. I didn't disagree with anything that was said. In fact, I agree a lot with what they have to say, but as for the girlies, I'd rather give them a foundation similar to the one that we had and guide them myself about the ways of the world and the parts of religion that I don't agree with. Rather than attend the hippie church and have to guide them to God. It'd be harder that way.

Mr. Hound understands my opinion on the matter and agrees that we belive what we believe and we are taking the girls to church for them. It doesn't matter about us or how hipocritical we feel at times, considering our political slants. The Methodist church that we've been atending hasn't pissed us off yet and they are accomodating of the girlies' desires to be together. Both are hard to come by.