Indeed, Pastor Gretchen (who sang so nicely at the wedding) is coming to dinner tonight.
I can't wait to pick her brain about theology, the great unknowns in the universe and why some places that specialize in breakfast can't cook good bacon.
She's actually pretty cool and I think we might crack open the good wine. None of that manischewitz for the good company. (No disrespect towards my lovely Jewish friends, but that manischewitz wine is a flavor I can't get behind. My grandmother use to like it because it was economical and sweet, but ... wow I don't think of it as a beverage you haul out for guests.)