Shanini

We went to Shanini today (Palm Sunday) at the Maronite Church with John's parents. The church was busting at the seams with people and children dressed in fancy clothes who were carrying candles that were equally dressed up. We were required to sit in the basement where mass was projected on a screen. However, no one could hear mass because of the socializing that went on. We stayed half an hour and then stood up and left. I felt like we were leaving a bad movie. Rowan and I were the only blonde people in the place and although we were wearing our sunday best, I was wearing far too little make-up and didn't have big enough hair to fit in. Maybe if I had at least put on a pair of tight black pants and a leopard print shirt with a few gold bangles we would have been less conspicuous? Ah, who am I kidding. I'll never look the part, no matter how hard I try.

THANK GOD!

I am glad we went and that Rowan got to "see" what Shanini is all about. But next year, I think we'll go to a quieter Palm Sunday service at our own church.