August 11, 2009
OMG LOL
At the Pride Parade -- and I promise that, after this, I will move on to a new topic -- I saw a sight that really warmed the cockles of my heart. It was a bunch of people, from various churches of differing denominations, all marching together in the parade.
A representative from each group help up a sign with the name of their church, the flavor of their particular deity, and a rainbow. Being that a church -- and the relationship of this church with other churches -- is how I'm currently earning the peanuts on which I subsist, this sight was of particular interest to me.
I don't know what it's called in other denominations, but in my church, it's called Reconsiling In Christ -- the conscious decision to welcome EVERYONE through the church doors, regardless of age, gender, race or orientation (and probably some other factors, but since I was a bit amused we even had to vote on something that I thought always went without saying, I didn't pay much attention to the details; I was like, "I vote Yes! Where's the coffee cake?").
And I thought, "Well, here is a news-worthy moment. People of different creeds, banding together to welcome their homosexual brethren. Bravo, little lambs. Bravo."
Suddenly, I was moved by the Holy Spirit... oh wait, that wasn't me.
Probably because I'd had two alcoholic beverages, and it wasn't even noon, I thought it would be a good idea to text my boss. On a non-work day. From the Pride Parade. While drinking.
In my defense, it doesn't take a whole lotta booze to impair my judgement, so it's not like I'd done eleven watermelon shots or anything. Plenty of people routinely consume two glasses of champagne for breakfast under the guise of "brunch." And at least I had the good sense not to send him a photo.
So I texted him, "there are churches here carrying signs! we should so have a float in next year's pride parade!"
As the day wore on -- and the giddiness of champagne and exposed male buttocks wore off -- I came to regret my T.U.I (texting under the influence). Not that I had said anything wrong, but it was probably over-familiar at best, and unprofessional at worst. Monday morning, I tried to make ammends.
PW: So, um, sorry about drunk-texting you from the Pride Parade.
PhDBoss: You were drunk?
PW: Well, I'd been drinking a little...
PhDB: I didn't know you were drunk. I just thought you were being funny.
PW: Oh. Well, I only had two...
PhDB: I probably didn't need to know that you were drunk.
PW: Yeah...
Paralyzing Awkwardness: Hey, Wenchie, Boss, how you guys doin'? Mind if I join you? I think I'll just have a seat right here. Looks like I'm going to be sticking around for a while. You guys wanna order some Chinese food?