ETA: I’m sort of half-way hiding my beer consumption from Noah… Not only is he a builder of arks, he also runs everything music at this kind of semi-fanatical baptist church in town… You know one of those that’s gone high tech with giant movie screens everywhere, thousands of members, a “contemporary band,” a preacher that wears a shiny black suit and a congregation that wears bluejeans. They also have a big giant flashing marquis out front, right on the expressway, so the church has been nicknamed “Six Flags Over Jesus.” And everyone in this town calls it that. No kidding.
But, I’m not knocking it. Seriously. I promise! Just not one much for contemporary services. Or a baptist church. Or church period. That’s great if you are! Rock on with your contemporary christian self. Anyway, Noah probably would not care, but of the people that I know that attend that church, none of them drink. Another reason not to care for the baptist faith. Whatever, he may drink, and I don’t care if he sees me with a bottle of vodka at 10am, really… But, I’m still keeping it on the down low.