Leaving for church

Roommate Sarah and I walked out our front door this morning, all dressed up for church, and ran into our fantastic neighbor Thomas (he's stylish, good-looking, chivalrous, polite and gay), who was hanging out in the sunshine on the front steps. Conversation went like this:

Thomas: Well you ladies look lovely.

Sara and Sarah: Well thank you.

Thomas: Headed to brunch?

Sarah: No, church actually.

Thomas: Ah, well that's a different kind of nourishment.

Sara: Sure is. (grinning)

Thomas: Have a good day.

Sara and Sarah: You too. (wave)


Thomas is great, love him; and it's SO Manhattan to assume that we were brunching. Why else would someone dress up on a Sunday afternoon?

Church was fantastic by the way. My ward is wonderful. More on that to come...