For some odd reason, tonight I was compelled to drag myself off the couch and head to Jazz Vespers. One problem, it was at a Unitarian church, and I think I'm scared of churches. Never being religious, I wasn't sure what I was getting myself into, but I went anyway. If nothing else, I was finally pulling myself together for the day.
After driving around for ten minutes in search of a parking spot, rockstar parking opened up right in front of the building. Since it's Sunday and since I was headed to a church, I figured, "This is a sign!"
Notsomuch. I opened the heavy white door to the beautiful building and walked inside to find a seat. I grabbed a program, looked at it for a couple of minutes, looked at the congregation sitting inside, turned around and left. Seriously, I was there for maybe two minutes before I got back into my car and drove away.
I'm not quite sure what my hangups were. I don't know if I felt consumed by the awkward uncertainty of being in a holy place or if I knew I'd get upset if I listened to jazz music this weekend; it might've even been a little bit of guilt for getting together with friends last night and drinking a bottle of wine while playing with an ouija board.
Then I figured out I was probably just hungry so I went for crappy Chinese food. Apparently my sense of enlightenment tonight was found through cashew chicken and Tsingtao.
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Of the various churches I've attended, I find the Unitarians to be the least offensive. I really appreciate their belief of "Eh, do whatever you want. Just don't fuck up the environment while you're doing it."
They probably have other beliefs, too, but that's pretty much all I've gotten out their sermons. But, to be fair, I typically nap during church.
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