Understandably, I'm not feeling particularly creative these days, so rather than leave you with nothing I've decided to go through saved letters I've written and post them here.

This one is from January 6, 2003:

I decided to join a chorale group that performs to benefit a local food bank and the first rehearsal was tonight. It was being held at "Our Saviour's" Lutheran Church. I got the directions off the site, so knew that I wasn't relying on my own resources and probably wouldn't get lost. Probably. OK, if you know my reputation for getting lost, I think you'll know where this is headed....

Well, the directions weren't so great. In fact, they were horrible. So, I drove around and found a Lutheran church that was close to the address that was on the site. There were cars parked around the church, so I figured that I had found it. Never mind that the name of this particular Lutheran church was different. I believe this one was called "Hope" Lutheran Church. I assumed it was just under new ownership (I have no idea how the Lutheran church works....)

I didn't see anyone going into the building, but I was early so didn't think much of it. At least I was smart enough to leave myself a LOT of time. I went to the door and opened it. I heard voices, so I just followed until I found a group of people (I visualized the hairs on the back my mother's neck standing up. She doesn't much care for this sort of bold behavior....)

They were sitting in a big circle, which I found to be rather suspicious. They also looked a little ummmm, serious. I stood at the doorway and tried to listen in to see if I was indeed in the right place before barging in. I still had hope that maybe they were just discussing the piece or something. I did get some "don't be shy, come on in..." type of looks, but I held my ground (thankfully.) I couldn't hear what they were talking about because they were awfully quiet. Quiet and serious (get a clue, Lori..)

I felt that turning around and walking out might have been insulting at this point, so continued to stand there and look stupid. Shortly, someone got up and walked over to me. I said, "this isn't a choir rehearsal, is it..." Nope. Come to find out, it was an AA meeting. I scurried out of there.

I did find the right church eventually. Maybe I'm just sick in the head- but I love it that this stuff happens to me. It sure makes for a funny story...