A gentle weekend which (as usual) was far too short.
It was a friend’s 30th celebration in the pub on Saturday night, so much beer was enjoyed. It was good to see the guys there (the old-IO mob for the uni days).
In the past I have been refered to as The Paisley Bigfoot as chances of seeing me in any social context have always been remote. Still, that’s something I really want to change. Even though I actually prefer my hermit-like ways it’s really not doing me any good.
So with that in mind (and extremely hungover to boot) I actually made it to Church the following morning. Not usual Church mind, because they were all away for the weekend and I’m sure mrBen will fill you in about that, but Central Fellowship in the city center. It was your standard shiny Christian stuff, not remarkably different from what goes on back at Whiteinch CofS.
Although it is good to have a bit of a change every so often. To recharge the old spiritual batteries.
So after that we went to a wee place on Argyle St, across from the Tron Theatre, for lunch. Less than impressed. Although the place looked really nice inside, the service was patchy and the food (healthy burgers for both of us, oh yes) wasn’t anything to write home about.
Then it was up the road (with a sneaky purchase of Warhammer 40K: Dawn of War) to lounge about and for me to get over the last of the hangover.
All good stuff.
BigAl
Yes my church is shiny, but it rocks dude!! ROCKS!!!! Yeah! Bring IT OONNN!!