So, Kate Butt here, reporting about our crazy evening.
It was more than any normal night. It was a night filled with mischief and revelation. It all started in Sunday morning service– not paying attention, of course. I had not seen my dear friend, Alys Face in many months. I had gone through withdrawal. We sat and talked over tea and crumpets. We talked of cuddle cats, and dead cats. And finally, we came to the conclusion that we must hang out– that evening, with our dear friend Peach Fuzz, at a corn maze. And thus, our story begins...
Twas the night before monday and it was a cold evening, indeed. We went to a cornmaze. Annnd I can't think of anymore rhymes. But anyways, I drove myself and Peach Fuzz to the cornmaze. As we were arriving, we texted Alys Face and questioned her whereabouts. As soon as she had arrived, we ventured into the sea of corn– with my amazing flashlight. The cornmaze was a game to us– stay in as long as we could, without being kicked out. We disobeyed several rules– primarily, rules 1-3. These rules read as followed:
- Stay on the established maze paths
- Don't cut through the corn
- Don't pick, pick-up, or throw any corn
The security– clad in jeans and a lame white sweatshirt– were no match for our high expertise in shenanigans. Only once, were we under direct suspicion of the enemy. Seeing as we were behind enemy lines, we had to be careful. This was war. Using corn as grenades, we lauched our escapade. Although there was a great war going on– there was treasure to be sought. Among the treasures of memories, I found a hat. From a soldier forgotten. His hat is now mine; I carry his burdens of the treacherous corn maze now. It was rough, trekking through the uneven grounds– running from the enemy. It wasn't too soon before we grew hungry and tired. Applebee's was a good solution to ease the tired soul at battle. Seeing as we were deep in enemy territory, we needed to find a way out. Alys Face and I came up with the BRILLIANT and tactful plan of exiting through the side of the corn field– thus breaking rules 1 and 2. It was absolutely brilliant. However, Peach Fuzz was all about a more direct route– the front entrance. It was risky, but we split up.
Alys Face and I could see it. We could feel it. Escape was at the tips of our frostbitten noses. We heard the cars passing by. We could see the lights. We were free. As soon as we got to the road, I nearly collapsed at the joy. It wasn't until all of these feelings rushed back to reality as we heard an enemy soldier yell across the road, " Next time, use the proper exit". Where were we to go? What were we to do. I had not come this far to become a prisoner of war. We made a run for her car and made it just in time. We had to pick up Peach Fuzz before they got him too. We crossed the street, where Peach Fuzz was located. I hopped out and we both got into my mom's mini van ( not lame at all, my car's inspection is expired. yikes). Our plans were to rendezvous at Applebee's at 2100 sharp. To escape the enemy, I did a swift 180 degree spin in the gravel parking lot– in my mom's minivan. It was EPIC. Peach Fuzz almost crapped his pants.
But to bring it back to seriousness. The cornmaze was nothing short of amazing. Not only did we have a phenomenal time, and I found a hat. It was a good bonding time. I mean, who doesn't love throwing ears of corn in the pitch dark at random kids who were being obnoxious. From Peach Fuzz getting yelled at by the security guard to cutting our way out of the side of the corn maze, to doing a 180 degree in my mom's minivan. I'm pretty sure they hate us. But it's fine. That security guard was REALLY freaking creepy though. It's fine.
Moving onto Applebee's, we had an amazing evening there too. As to be expected. We took our conversations to a deeper, more serious level. It was amazing. Tonight, we had a great time. But more than that. I had a revelation tonight. It was the first time that I was brought back to me. I took a step back tonight. I looked at who I was – that girl I used to be. And I compared that girl, to who I am now. And WOW have I changed. For the good. For the great. But there are some things that I left behind, that I shouldn't have. Things I need to pick back up. I realize, that somewhere along the line my relationship with Christ has dropped onto the back-burner. Not that I've dropped Him all together, no. But I've definitely lost sight of what is important in my life– Jesus, the only thing that's real to me.
So, I have to give my kudos to Alys Face for bringing that back to me, in a wonderful, much needed time of plain old hanging out. God did the rest.
Shalom. ( lol)
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