sunday. and hamburgers.

    My apartment is really cold, and at its coldest for some reason in my room. This leads me to the conclusion that buying my travel fan/heater was one of the best purchases I have made to date.  

     I was up really late last night. I kept feeling hungry, but when I would get up to eat, as soon as I got back into bed my stomach immediately felt empty again, like a strange sort of magic was at work.  Or maybe I just didn't eat enough.  By the time 5 am rolled around, I was struck by a muse to write lyrics for a new song, and decided to turn the light on and just go with it.  The song is a sad one, so it made me cry. I haven't looked at the lyrics today yet; I wonder if they are half good. 

    I didn't get to the theater until 1:15, which is late for me when we have a 2 o'clock matinee.  It's funny, having only one show on Sunday almost feels like I don't have to work at all.  Maybe that kind of thinking was what led me to getting to the theater later than normal.  And not warming up as thoroughly as usual.  And my hair sticking up.  Wait, no--that was because I went to bed with it wet last night...  

   After the show, a bunch of us went to a farewell dinner for our latest Paul replacement, Bryan (Kevin, who is usually our Paul had an appendectomy a month ago and has been recovering ever since, but will be back in the show on Tuesday).  The thing about me that is very important--and if you forget everything I've ever told you about myself but this, that'd probably be okay considering this might be the most important factor anyway...Right, which is that I HATE MAYONNAISE.  Hate it.  It ruins any perfectly good sandwich or hamburger or day.  

   So as I said before, I had been hungry all night, had only eaten cereal upon getting up, had done a matinee and was so famished by this point that I was ready for the word's biggest hamburger--ordered of course without mayonnaise (ew, barf). I waited patiently for it to come out, but when it finally did, saw with unchecked disappointment that it was slathered in mayo (ew, barf).  I politely asked the server for a new bun, which he brought in a jiff, and then told me that I could order any desert--on the house--because of his faux pas.  Well, awesome.  So, I ate the burger in less time than it took me to type this paragraph and got to ordering a huge cookie topped with ice cream and fudge or some such decadent accoutrement.  I guess that the waiter had to pretend it was my birthday, though, in order to give it to me pro bono because as he brought it out, it was lit with a sparkler and he made a huge spectacle of saying happy birthday over and over again with a twinkle in his eye; the cast caught on and before I knew it, 20 people were singing happy birthday to me.

    In November. And my birthday is in June. Lol.

    Even the guy sitting behind us who was only trying to eat a burger and watch some football in peace told me happy birthday before the evening was over.  Lol again, I guess.  

   Then Gabi and I went to church.  We found a 6 o'clock service downtown--Toronto Airport Christian Fellowship Central, is what it is called (not the most romantic name for a gathering of worshippers, but it will do, I suppose), and it was a young adult service.  

   Well, it made me really happy and nostalgic all at once.  It was so wonderful to be in such a sweet atmosphere of worship; there was so much freedom in the room, so much grace.  Really, this kind of church was very non-traditional--one guy's act of worship was eating a hamburger as he sat cross-legged in the corner of the room. Hmm, it occurs to me that this is the third reference I have made to hamburgers in this post--hamburger is a recurring theme for me today, I guess.  As themes go, not an altogether bad one, I suppose; though, I guess if one were a cow, they would have to disagree.

   But back to church.  Alhough it was non-traditional, it was wholly centered on God; loving Him, being loved by Him. The band had a hard time deciding what key to be in sometimes, though. At one point, the worship leader even said, Come on, you guys! And I am pretty sure she wasn't talking to us.  The message was good--all about God the Father and how we can have wrong ideas of who He is. How he isn't angry at us, isn't waiting for us to screw up;  He invites conversation with us, is for us and how that makes all the difference in our perspective, and I am going to go so far as to say that it even makes a difference in the world.  Knowing that you are absolutely, can't-do-a-darn-thing-to-change-it loved by a perfect, powerful, kind, and supreme Person softens the heart with hope for good things.  And people who have hope in their hearts become better people, making the world a better place, right?  

   Honestly, I miss getting to go to church regularly.  It is a very special place.  But what is really special is my church and all the beautiful people who make it what it is.  I can't wait to go back soon...

  It is Sunday night and still early by my count.  I have a day off tomorrow. This is very good news, indeed.