And yet I fail to do so?

(More hilarious posters to be found at despair.com, but I digress)

I meant to write an incredibly long post about my summer mini-tour through the great, sweeping plains of Oklahoma, the wet mountains of Seattle, Washington, and the dry, cool mountains of Colorado. But I never got to.

I’ll just tell the one story that was possibly the most fun – having our picture in the Seattle Times because we just happened to eat at the right Moroccan restaurant on the right night. Having a few beautiful women close to me didn’t hurt our chances either (one being my wife, of course).

Link to Article in the Seattle Times

I know I look like I’m having a great time in the picture, but really, it was an extremely fun night, filled with good food, great memories of our time in Morocco, and it wouldn’t have been the same without our friends to enjoy the night. Heck, we should have shot a commercial for this place while we were there!

Here’s the picture (that I took) that best represents our dining experience that night. Did I mention that there was a belly-dancer that night?

That’s my old college roommate Paul, a current seminary student, dancing with the belly-dancer. That’s my friend Cory in the foreground. I think you can tell what she thinks of the situation.

In the name of fairness, I have to post this picture as well.

Um…yeah…that’s me. Dancing. I don’t dance. I have rhythm. I can drum. But I can’t dance. Worth a flip. And I work at a church. I don’t just talk about working at a church someday (he said sarcastically and with a knowing wink to his friend Paul).

At one point, the nice belly-dancer had all of us get up and gyrate and shimmy and shake and move about, but there was no one to take a picture of that. The best part of that was when she told us to “Shimmy!” and Rachel said “Shimmy what!?”

Poor Paul and Cory didn’t make it into the Seattle Times, but at least the picture of Paul dancing with the belly-dancer didn’t make it either!