There was I all ready for a fantastic night out down the local pub to celebrate my boss's birthday. Me, hubby and all the gang from work were there dressed in our fabulous 70's retro gear ready to partayy. There's me dressed in a sleek fitting psychadelic mini dress with platform silver boots and a blonde wig.
The place is packed, and I mean heaving. 3 deep at the bar I finally stagger back to our table in my heels and little dress, drinks in hand, only to look straight into the eyes of sister June Morgan!. To top it all she was sitting at a table just by us with 8 other sisters all from my former congregation.
shit.
I get back to our table and start to laugh hysterically at the irony of it. The looks started to come my way from the dubs with increasing frequency as they realised it was me. I don't think they were too sure to begin with, partly due to the wig and dress but also because I'd lost 5 stone since leaving.
Now what? My gut reaction was to go home. The last thing I needed was the gossip mongers to head straight for my JW dad which would've ended up in a lecture from him about vomit eating dogs etc.
But then I thought, what am I doing?? I'm a 44 year old woman, not a child. Why do I care what they think, or for that matter what my dad thinks. I figured the very best way of handling this was to show them I can have a great time without them. So thats exactly what I did.
A large glass of wine later I was on the tables dancing the night away with the rest of our party. I still got quite a few looks but I think alot of them weren't so much disaproving ones but jealousy. Well, I like to think so anyway, just humour me on that one.
Of course the icing on the cake was when the DJ insisted we all sang Happy Birthday and raise a glass to my boss. I sang my heart out with the best of them which sealed it with the witnesses and they scurried enmasse for the exit.
As expected dad paid me a visit this afternoon to "just ask what I'd been up to this weekend?" "Oh nothing much" I replied. He hesitated then tried again. "Did you do anything INTERESTING?" (stressing the "interesting") I said yes we went to a party, it was a good night and we all had a really good time. Then the clincher. "was it a birthday party?" LOL!! "Yes dad - do you want a cuppa?" said I, trying to change the subject.
And then to my surprise, he dropped the subject. I get the feeling he just wanted confirmation so he could feedback to elders. Now this doesn't bother me at all as I disassociated and the elders have no hold on me. But my husband Andrew is a baptized bro - a fader, and I get the feeling there could be consequences for him.
hmm, what do you reckon, is Andrew in trouble? I think we could be in for a visit. I'll let you know if anything comes of it.