aunt mary

i'll give you a run down on my freaking phenomenal colorado trip in the near future, but i forgot to tell everyone this little gem of information.

my aunt mary kicks ass.

she goes to one of those pretty big churches around here. not particularly my style, but they sing nice songs about jesus and i try to imagine that i'm outside at camp lutherhaven or my brother is attempting to sing next to me. that helps. i like to go because the music is great, and worship has always been about music for me; but i do have a confession. sometimes i get distracted.

there is a cute guitar player. this is the part of the worship where i totally feel like a little teenage girl at camp and stop listening to the music. instead i think about him being my boyfriend. but unlike teenage girls at camp, i squint my eyes to the stage to see if he has a ring on his left finger, which he DOESN'T (score). this is a skill i'm getting extremely good at. my friend mara, who i visited in colorado, was amazed at my ability to spot a married man. it's a gift.

so i showed up to mary's house the other sunday because i was hungry and didn't want to cook dinner and she informed me that she is trying to set me up. WITH THE HOT GUITAR PLAYER. here's the thing though -- i hadn't told a soul about the semi church crush on the guitar player, mary just happened to think that he would be someone i would like. it's true though, typical sarah type: church guy, guitar player, kinda scruffy, skinny, tallish. soooo typical. and so great.

i thought it would end there. i figured that mary was merely talking to the secretary that works with him (he's the assistant worship pastor) and mentioned me, assuming that would be the end of it. mary apparently is not giving up. i asked her today about it, just to be funny and razz her a little bit for it, and she informed me that she WROTE AN EMAIL ABOUT ME to the secretary that is going to pass it to hot guitar player. i still don't know his name, but i'm guessing the entire church office will soon know mine.

i'm not really concerned about it and i honestly don't think i will ever meet this guy (my charm doesn't come across as well on paper), but the best part is when i asked mary what my selling point was. she said,

"i basically wrote that you're not a southern girl, but you clean up well. i didn't mention the tattoo. that should be a good thing. he doesn't seem like he likes the southern type, given his appearance."

at least i clean up well, dirty hippie that i am. thanks, mary :)