The Church Of Cool

Hoop greeted me at the door yesterday with, "What's for dinner?" I must not have looked too thrilled when I answered, "Fish." He quickly offered Boston Market instead, one of my many weaknesses. The only problem with Boston Market is that the closest one is forty minutes away. So did we head in that direction? No. We headed in the opposite direction. "We haven't really explored Palm Coast, maybe there's a Boston Market there?" I rubbed my grouchy stomach. "The last time I was in Palm Coast, all they had was a McDonalds."

But I'm a sucker for adventures so I didn't complain. We hit Palm Coast and I was pleasantly surprised at how developed the city had become in the last few years. We Oooh'd and Ahhhh'd over the Walmart. The WALMART for Christ Sake. We're way too easily entertained. But It soon became apparent that not only was there no Boston Market in Palm Coast, there really wasn't anywhere else that we wanted to eat either. We decided to go back the way we came.

Hoop quickly pulled into a packed parking lot, looking for a place to turn around. "You're going in the 'Out' way," I called out to him as we swerved in between parked cars. "What is this place anyway?" I look up at the pointed roof. "A church." I slunk into my seat as we passed beneath the overhang that protected the front doors. Six or seven people in dresses and slacks mingled to our left. I was mortified. We were going the wrong way and at break neck speeds. "They're drinking!" Hoop cried out as we passed them. I craned my neck back. But it was impossible to see what kind of bottles they were all holding. "Drinking as in drinking?" "Michelob Light to be exact."

I stared at the church as we passed by it. Through the open blinds I could make out the neons, blazing above a crowded counter. "There's a bar in there babe!" Hoop slowed the car and stared for a moment before moving on. "Welcome to Palm Coast, the home of... The Church Of Cool." We both sat in silence for a minute, digesting the information. Suddenly we both turned to each other and burst into laughter. Hoop and I have always had an inside joke that we're going to create "The Church Of Cool." There's no reason or details to this plan, just a catchy name that we like to throw out during religious conversations.

Hoop: We could have a bar in our "Church Of Cool."
Tink: Or we could simply open a bar and call it "The Church Of Cool." You could give fake sermons before the start of every evening while the drunks file in.
Hoop: That is SO sacrilegious.
Tink: Well no shit! Isn't that the whole point of this joke?
Hoop: Yeah, but...
Tink: Can you imagine all the people that would picket outside our doors? We'd have to clean the egg off our walls every morning.
Hoop: I still think we should stick with the church idea.
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Tink: So how is that not sacrilegious?

Have a great weekend everyone!!