Vicky and I went to a Pentacostal Revival today. My sitter invited us and I figured, why not? It wasn't too bad. Vicky, of course, wanted to go home 15 minutes after we got there. I talked her into staying for at least three hours. When they finally started the "preaching" and praying part, I think she was a tad bit scared. Several of the men started speaking in "tongues" and some of the kids were so wound up they were crying and praising Jesus. Not that there is anything wrong with that,maybe it's me (it's always me), but the "tongues" part made me uncomfortable. All in all though, it wasn't a bad day.
Tomorrow we are going to see Shrek III. Lauren has volunteered to go with us before she has to head to work. I'm looking forward to it. : )