Sated Stomach

I had an incredibly long day on Sunday. First, of course, there was the two church services that I sang in, after which I had to race to a last-minute funeral to sing at (I got booked for the job at 10:30 the night before!), then off to a fundraiser for the Philadelphia Singers.

I had the whole day planned out: in between the two morning services, I would dash over to Wawa and get a sandwich that I could eat in the car on my way to the funeral. However, when I got to Wawa, I opened up my purse and realized that my wallet was missing! Frantic, I searched my car, rooting through old Dunkin' Donuts bags and empty water bottles, until I remembered that I had taken my wallet out to pay for take-out the night before and put it on the dresser at home instead of returning it to its rightful place in my purse.

I called Ray and woke him up, and he sleepily agreed to come meet me after church and give me my wallet so I wouldn't be driving around New Jersey and Pennsylvania without driver's license or registration. When I walked out of church, there he was, parked next to my car, and he sweetly asked if I'd like to have lunch with him. If I didn't have to be in Center City within 30 minutes, I would have taken him up on his offer, but alas, I had to dash off, forgetting to stop for my sandwich at Wawa.

I lucked out and saw someone pulling out of a prime parking spot less than a block from the church where the funeral was happening (praise to you, Mighty Parking Gods!). When I was hunting for my wallet in my car, I had also unearthed a box of Larabars, which I actually keep in my car for such rush-around-from-place-to-place occasions as these to keep from starvation. I snagged a couple and headed for the church.

The funeral service was nice, but smelly...not from the body (she was in an urn, sensible woman), but from the incense! It was a high Anglican mass, complete with communion, and it lasted pretty long because there were a lot of people who wanted to get up and say something about the deceased. I guess she was a pretty nice lady who touched a lot of lives.

As a result, I only had a few moments to chill out in Starbuck's before I made my way to my third singing gig of the day. What a glorious end to a stressful day. I spent four and a half hours conversing, singing, and most importantly, eating an eight course meal at Deux Cheminees...what a treat! No more starving for me, let me tell you. I haven't eaten an eight course meal since my stint as the 1891 socialite, Helen Astor Roosevelt, at the Astors' Beechwood. It's nice to be a little indulgent every once in a while.