Dinner is (more or less) served

So, the Michigan pastors have a tradition. When we're at the Murrieta conference, we leave the conference grounds at least once and gluttonize eat at the Brazilian Steakhouse.

We get there, at the mall a bit down the road outside the conference grounds and...it's gone.

Not the conference grounds. That would be odd.

But the Brazilian Steakhouse - apparently, the Partial Rapture Theory is at least partially true.

After much weeping and gnashing of teeth, we wound up settling for El Torrito's.

Sigh.


So then I come back and hit The Overflowing Cup to check e-mail, upload some pics, and who do I see trying rather vainly to hide over in yonder corner?

Corby of Stephens.

Very cool; got to catch up with another brother I don't get to see but once per year, at this conference.


So, now I'm going to go get some "Vitamin C" to help me stay awake during the next session - which really shouldn't be all that difficult - Bob Caldwell rocks the proverbial Casba.