They danced to recordings of the bride singing. Unfortunately, because of the stage being plywood covered with carpet, every time they leaped and landed there was a decided thud from the hollow plywood.
I do not care for sacred dance, even at weddings, so I kept my eyes focused on the floor and was patiently waiting for it to end. Every time I heard a thud I bit my lip to keep from giggling.
Then Mr. Marple leaned over and said "I feel like Coach at Kelly's wedding." I commenced giggling silently and had to pretend I was having a coughing attack.
The next day I was at a soccer game and a bunch of mothers (who had also been at the wedding) were there. "Wasn't that the most beautiful wedding?" No accounting for taste, I guess.
I think sacred dance is not supposed to be done in a mass, but as a convert I am not up on all of these things. I know for sure they aren't supposed to be draping themselves over the altar. I guess since it was at Berkley we should be glad there weren't giant puppets.
No giant puppets, and no Code Pinks at the recruiting station.
My son’s housemate is a Navy Recruiter and says it has been very quiet since Obama’s election.
Having a large, graceful, coffee color-skinned 40 year old man, dressed in white ‘sheets’, sitting on the altar was enough of a mindjolting experience for one evening.
That made the immersion baptisms seem conservative.