Last night, in an effort to discover more of Boston than our couch, my housemates and I went bowling. Well, our first choice was to go to the oldest karoke bar in Boston, but strangely (for having that reputation) the bar only has karoke on Tuesday nights. At Bowl Haven ee played milk pin bowling, which has smaller balls and pins and slightly different rules than regular bowling. Unlike all of the alleys I visited during college, this one was well lit, and smoke, alcohol, loud music and shameless flirting free. Laura “I’m good at everything but skiing because of my Belzian background” Kaufmann won, shockingly, with Linnea “Thor” Minich, and Hope “Willow” Davis vying for second. I, being merely Keri “Red Raven” Lawrence sadly came in last. Hmrph.
Elk and I watched the Head of the Charles Regatta today. The weather was idyllic, although it served to motivate us to start working on turning on our heat. Perhaps we can just bum off the heat from the Bobos that live underneath us.
I interviewed with the elders this morning to join our church. Having never interviewed with a PCA church, I was unsure how to prepare. Should I wash my hair? Could I wear my Sasquach boots? Assured by my housemates that a lack of faith in Christ is all that could really come between me and the illusive church membership, I spoke with the elders. Very kind people and I think that all went well. This will be my first time since I became a Christian five years ago that I will be able to really plug myself into a church, and stick with it through thick and thin.