I went with 4 others - 2 siblings who have not been in a KH for20 years and their significant others who have never stepped foot in a KH. My parents begged, pleaded and bribed this year - it was easier to go than to stay home.
It started late which meant I had to be social with the few people I knew - caught up on the weather, the kids etc. Did not bother to tell anyone I was DF'ed - I have always been a social person and I do not let the DF status affect who I talk to. My old friends seemed happy to see me. I have not been in a hall for 5 years - it all seemed so surreal. The songs were dreadful, the speaker monotone, the prayers seemed silly. I had 4 different people texting me throughout the service, so had a hard time focusing on the somber occasion. Plus I was desperately trying to find the final score of the CO Rockies game (they won).
My brother said he felt good being ther, knowing he was no part of the stupidity anymore
My sister was counting the minutes until she could take her gin cocktail and ambien (she complained her feet were swelling and someone smelled)
My brother's girlfriend (who is the most upbeat person) came away totally depressed. She said it was one of the most depressing thing she has ever been to.
My sister's boyfiend (a high profile defense attorney here in Denver) shook his head in disbelief that people buy into things like that.
I was happy to get home to my 3 cats, a pot of tea and a movie - and forget that it ever happened.