Two Worlds Collide!

I go to church with my aunt and uncle. They're the ones who had the 25th anniversary party. They invited our pastor to say the official prayer - let me back up. They rented out the 15th floor of a hotel downtown, had free wine and beer, catered the whole thing, and had a DJ and dancing. It was a total blast. So, the pastor is there, and half our congregation, plus all my family which was....hang on. Let me count.............35 people. OK, my family are the kind of people Jesus hung out with - the ones who know you should save the cheap booze for the end of the party when everyone's drunk and doesn't care, the ones who are living with their 5th husbands who aren't really married..... OK, so now put them with some uptight Presbyterians. Now, be me, drink a glass of wine, slip off your 4" high Vera Wang's, and go dance to Mony in front of your pastor. Mike and I had a ball. It was a "grownup" party, so the only kids there were my aunt and uncle's grandkids. We brought Irene (dd2) with us, as she's 16. She and Mike danced and danced and danced. They had soooooo much fun. I sour note was when the DJ played "We Are Family" and I MISSED it because I was talking to my cousin's 15yearsyounger boyfriend who thinks we don't include him and we're all uncool. He had a bottle of Jack in his right pocket all night because the free beer and wine weren't enough. He spilled his woes to me as we looked out over the beautiful Denver skyline. I shoulda been dancin' with my family to Sister Sledge. I told my pastor he should dance with his wife - he never did. Had to have an ex-elder drive him home. He's a hothouse flower, but doesn't know it. Buys his shoelaces online from Nordstoms. Oh, and one of our elders put on my 4" high Vera Wang's and pranced around. He didn't even have any wine.