Kito and I decided to join the Presbyterian church we've been attending. To attain membership (and all the rights and privileges appertaining thereto), we had to go to a three-hour info session-cum-Sunday School class where the pastor filled us in on the tenets of Presbyterianism (potlucks and predestination) as well as on the church's various practices and programs.
Lately it seems like I'm being forced to sit through something boring every second of the day. If it's not applying for a mortgage, it's shopping for pillow shams. If it's not a meeting about optimizing workplace productivity, it's a meeting about the Synod of Lincoln Trails and the duties of a parish nurse.
My review of City Lit Theater's State Street is in this week's Time Out Chicago.