Tokens

I went to a party.  We played this token game.  Basically, there was a massive pile of tokens and you got to take so many for each thing. 
For example, Faith would read "take one token if you made your bed today."  Obviously, as my form of making the bed is making sure the blankets are all on top, I didn't take a token. 
It was pretty fun.  Claire took all sorts of tokens that she wasn't meant to, including the end, where you got to take a token for not cheating.  Hayley, Ruth's roommate, came, and it was the first time I had ever spent lots of time with her.  Lavvy came a little late, but we let her play too. 
I didn't get to take too many tokens myself, but I was triumphant when one of them was "take four tokens if you went to church today."  One of the few times being religious in my group of friends as panned out. 
Mimi was being especially annoying during the game.  She kept interrupting Faith, and finally, putting on her best authority voice, told Mimi she was making the decisions.  All of my friends, clustered around a table, roared with laughter. 
I told all of them about my idea of having a garage sale type thing.  I was thinking it could be more like a table sale, where everyone sold the stuff they didn't need anymore. 

"I Like Your Skirt"

Today in church, while I was getting the wine, the lady serving it to me whispered "I like your skirt." I was wearing the one that is black and white and has sort of a jungle-like print.
"Thank you," I whispered back.
Is that even okay, whispering about things that have nothing to do God, when you're receiving His blood? Probably not.
But I'm okay with that.
I really like going to church on Friday's, even though I usually can't go because of work. It's mostly old ladies, who are really friendly and nice and sometimes gossip a little. They're cute.
They make me think about what I want to be like when I'm old. I hope I'm riding a motorcycle and wearing leather (and am this badass) and going to church and traveling and writing angry diatribes on the Internet and collecting pins and sending old friends random stuff in the mail. I hope I live in a big, dark Victorian house up on a hill, and that all the neighborhood children and pets are afraid of me. Whenever someone's baseball falls into the yarn, the kids scatter. And then I sell those baseballs back to them at the neighborhood garage sale for a ridiculous price. And that there are awesome guys that are coming in and out of my house all the time that everyone knows what I'm doing with but doesn't want to think about. Basically, like I am now, but even stranger and more random.