Willy D's, Fayetteville. Good times.

I did go through kind of a wild, free-from-religion stage when I first left Bob and the church. I drank quite a bit for a month or so (NEVER EVER around my daughter, though–if she was/is in the house, I completely abstain).

During this time, I would have identified as an agnostic searcher. One thing I knew about my religious beliefs, however, is that I was completely disgusted and sickened by fundamentalism.

One night in November, 2007 (I left my husband that October), Steve and I took a trip to a piano bar on Dickson in Fayetteville. The fundamentalists decided that night would be a good night to picket the entire street. They parked their arses right in front of the bar Steve and I were. The pianist glanced out the plate glass windows and said, “Let’s give ‘em something to picket!” then proceeded to play and sing the most horrible, raunchy, HILARIOUS song ever. It took them all of about 2 minutes to leave. I couldn’t stop laughing, and it was more than the alcohol, more than the song, even. That night, for the first time, I knew I was truly free.

(**Yes, we drank responsibly, as always. Mom.)

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