Attended an African-American church choir performance tonight. Armand, friend of Cassiyrose's late friend, Richard, was performing in the choir. Pretty singing, full of spirit and way more interesting than what I grew up with: WASPy Presbyterian boredom, before I bailed out as a junior atheist.
It was alright. Enjoyed the music and people. We didn't sizzle like vampires on hallowed ground. Didn't accidently answer the altar call and get saved in front of the congregation. And the boys did not destroy anything, even each other.
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