The women's retreat this weekend was awesome, but really intense. I took a nap when I got home yesterday because I was just so wrung out. Damn, we cried a lot.
The theme of the retreat was Surprises Along the Way, and there were big banners up everywhere with things like Surprised by Love and Surprised by Grace and Surprised by Joy, so of course we spent the weekend continuing the meme. Surprised by French Toast! Surprised by Parking! My roommate was Surprised by Underwear beause she forgot to pack any. The whole projector and sound thing fell apart on me at morning prayer on Saturday, so I grabbed a sharpie and someone's worship booklet and made a sign that said Surprised by Technology and held that up.
I wasn't really sure that I was going to make it to the retreat. This would have more dramatic effect if I hadn't said the same damn thing every year; I never want to go. I think we should just put it into the schedule that we send out to everyone. Friday, 1:30 p.m.: decide you're not going to the stupidy stupid retreat.
But then I'll go, because I've signed up to lead a retreat or whatever, but decide that I'm sure as hell not staying around after that. Ok, I'll leave before Eucharist on Sunday. Uh...I'll leave after Eucharist, but before lunch. And then I'm one of the last people out of the retreat center when it's all over.
My crafty Anglican Rosary workshop was fun and went well, even though most of the big beads escaped into my trunk Friday night on my way up to the retreat center. I scooped up all I could see, but when I counted I was still missing half of them. I went back out in the parking lot in the dark trying to find them, and eventually figured out that the missing ones had rolled under my spare tire. Which is secured in place by a big bolt. Never mind how long it took me to figure that out. Anyway, I managed to locate almost all of them and had enough to do the workshop. I brought along some highlights of my Tacky Jesus collection and made a little display of them. So now more people have seen the Glorg of God. Sorry, the glorg Of god. Surprised by Random Capitalization!
There was a surprise party Saturday night and I got tipsy on pink champagne, which was only slightly embarrassing, since it looked like something Barbie would drink. Suprised by Perky Pink Intoxication!
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