Dinner with the Wives

I was invited to the bi-monthly dinner with the chaplains' wives at a Thai restaurant. There were eight of us. I'm told that's normal, but it's a different eight each time. Not much for me to eat, but I made due. (Hawaiians like their chicken and their pork. It's surprisingly hard to find a vegetarian dish or a salad without meat.)

It was a very nice evening. The wives are all very nice, but I knew I was out of my league when it became clear I was the only one who had never plucked a chicken. There was not a city girl in the bunch. Then of course there was a discussion about Christmas and trees. I am definitely not in New York anymore, and the Seminary might as well be on another planet.

Still, I'm really glad I went.