Monday, December 15, 2003
So tonight I went to a Christmas production.
Not just any Christmas production mind you.
A full blown Pentecostal Christmas production. Complete with a choir wearing reversible red and green vests (man, why don't I own more of those in my wardrobe?), the Christmas show narrators with their cheesy try-to-sound professional voices, a baby Jesus who must have been at least 8 months old, and, of course, the token chubby kid in the front row of the last song who boogied away to the music (yes, I said boogied).
It was good times.
