Friday nights are always interesting...

So earlier tonight (around 6pm or so) I went to church for a play that the drama unit was going to rehearse. We started off with our normal routine, praise and worship, fully equipped with a band (or just a drummer and a bongo player for that matter). Praise and worship finishes and we go into deep prayer for the next half hour. I must say, I have never felt more blessed during that intense prayer session. Afterwards, we get down to business and discuss the 3 plays that we are doing for our upcoming inauguration February of 2010 (this was around 8 or 9 by the way). It literally took 5 tries and 4 hours to practice 1 play and by the time that my part arrived in the 2nd play, it was quickly approaching midnight. Now my mother being as concerned, caring, and as much of a worry wart as she is, called me over 50 times in 3 hours and left more likely over 10 voice mails (which I never check). I kind of creeped past the speed limit of few times on the way home to keep her from worrying more than she already was, and luckily I made it home before 1am. I truly was expecting for my mother to rip my head off as soon as I walked through the door, but she was fast asleep. I expect a phone call around 12 noon or 1 pm later on today, the first thing said: "you'll never be in the drama unit ever again".