The Day of Mis-speaks

What a day yesterday was! We had 2 school assemblies in the morning to promote a show on Sunday in New Braunfels before going to set up and do our largest show to date. Last night we had 2,700 people pack the Community Bible Church.

Despite all of the good things that happened yesterday, it seemed to be a day of mis-speaking. It all began at the school assembly. While I mis-spoke at the last assembly, it was Jack’s turn yesterday. During his talk, he paused to collect his thoughts and in the down time someone yelled “We like your flip flops!”. Before reaching Jack’s ears, that phrase morphed into “We like your lip gloss!” so he replied, “Thanks! It’s chap stick. It’s in my pocket.” Then he took out the chap stick and showed the audience. What? It made no sense to anyone.

As soon as we got to the venue for the show, I saw a lady from the Pregnancy Center that brought us in. I thought she looked familiar so I walked over to her. We said “Hi” and I went for the handshake while she went for the hug. Already that is awkward, because at that point it’s obvious that she likes me more than I like her- she wants an embrace, I want a formality. Then I said “I’m Val, you must be Susan. I think I remember you from last year.” She said, “Yes, I remember you, you stayed at my house.” Oh dear. After she told me that, I remembered every thing about it. I remember what her house looked like, where it was, what my room looked like, what her husband did for a living, and what we did at her house that evening. But it was too late to take it back, so now I’ll be remembered as the ungrateful moron. I spent the rest of the day avoiding her.

Since those weren’t enough mis-speaks for the day, I outdid myself yet again. We had lots of volunteers yesterday to help us load in, set up, tear down, and load out. It was awesome! Some were interns, some were staff, others I believe were just volunteers. There was one young lady helping us all day, so I walked up to her at the end of the night to thank her for all she did for us. Trying to be friendly and make small talk, I said, “So are you an intern at the church?” She replied, “No I’m the middle school director. I’m in charge of the interns.” Blerg. Long day. I’m not talking to anyone at the next show.