Diary of a Metal Mommy

Sunday, May 01, 2005

Good Vibrations

I've gotta tell ya, I've got some really good friends. I know I am so fortunate to have so many great people in my life! Six of these friends are in my 'Gourmet Dinner group'--4 couples (including the Coreman and I) that get together once a month (if the stars align and we can all make it work) for dinner, taking turns hosting at each other's houses. It's great fun, and before you think I'm really a cooking snob, let me tell you-- in my Pastor Tim's own words, it's really just an excuse to sit around and drink wine together. Yes, my Pastor is part of this gourmet group. In fact all of these people are from my church. But don't let this scare you. We are anything but a church-y bunch. It seems like no matter what we start talking about, sooner or later the subject turns to sex or poop. My kind of people! Now don't get me wrong--Pastor Tim is wonderful at his job and truly a spiritual mentor, but the guy knows how to let his hair down--and for that I'm thankful! How else could he possibly want to be my friend?

I knew right away Pastor Tim was cool. I hadn't been much of a church-goer, to put it lightly, before Cory and I decided to join ours. We were in a new members class, all gearing up to join, and we had to take this multiple choice quiz of sorts. (luckily we went through it together and it's not like it was graded or anything! I definitely would NOT have passed!) I did the classic thing, wanting to choose one question and then changing my mind at the last minute--and like they always say, I should have stuck with my original one. When Tim read out the one I erased, without thinking I exclaimed in a pretty loud voice, "Damn!" Everybody got quiet and Pastor Tim smiled. At the end of that class he told me about this gourmet group, said that one of the couples had to leave, and would Cory and I like to join?? Completely amazed--I mean, this was a Holy Man wanting to actually be in the same room, without being forced, with a Heavy Metal Heathen such as I--he went on to say as I mentioned above, that it was all an excuse to drink wine, and that he hoped I wasn't offended at that. I had to laugh. How could a person who says Damn in a bible class be offended by a little wine?!

So anyway, our dinner date last night was no exception to the everything-turns-to-sex-or-poop rule. Dawn recently went to Cancun with her family, and was telling a story about how this woman in front of her in the plane was non-chalantely explaining how the customs people opened her suitcase, only to find her vibrator in there. I guess the woman was trying to explain to these non-English speaking customs guys what it was used for, and that it really was harmless and not a bomb of any kind. Hilarious! I can't believe people would actually travel with those things, you are just asking for trouble of this kind. But then again, who would want to go on your vacation without your trusty friend?! I came up with this great idea--I think people should leave their vibrators in the bedside drawers of the hotels, right next to the Gideon bible. Just like with the good book, share the gospel, pass it on. Maybe along with some sex-toy cleaner, mind you. Yeah, I guess that's kind of gross. Not something you want to share. But it sure is a way to never leave home without it, without chancing big embarrassment at the airport. Hey, think of what we probably already share with others just sitting on those bedspreads, that to my horror I've heard only get washed like, once a month. EEEEEU!

I'm thinkin' 'bout good vibrations here, people. Good friends and vibrators. It's all good.

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