A Bad Dance + 133 Minute Church Service=Bad Weekend

So Geneva had its first dance last night. It was a “decade dance” (whatever that means). And everyone was supposed to pick a “decade” and dress the part. I did the whole 70’s thing, you know: corduroy vest, coat, plaid shirt, glasses, etc. I should have known that it would have been loserish when I got there and saw the 4 foot 5 dance instructor trying to teach people the Charleston, but me, thinking I can make anything fun, decided to hold out hope for a decent dance. Let’s just say that it didn’t happen. The DJ was just as loserish as the music he was playing. And I almost stepped on the dance instructor’s head (okay, so maybe not). But the point being, it was a horrible dance, and I hated it.

Then I woke up today and went to church with the family. Today was the “Pledge Sunday” for our building campaign, so I knew it would be a big deal. They had numerous people come up and give testimonials about everything that God has done through UPC in their’s, and other people’s, lives. It was all fine and dandy, until about the 27th person told us about how someone from UPC had done something to help somebody sometime. Uggh. So at this point I’m looking at my cell phone and its been and hour and a half since they started the service, and I’m like “Well, at least its about over…”

Little did I know that the service would proceed for 43 more minutes. When they got up to sing the last song my dad goes “Oh Lord, they are not going to sing another song.” But they did. And as the pastor finished the benediction, my cell phone clock hit 12:13, making it a 2 hour and 13 minute church service.

Quite possibly the longest in history…