But what drew me to the event was the dessert potluck. I made two mocha latte cream pies (urf, still a little hyper...) started heading out the door, and thought "I should bring paper plates, napkins, spoons, and a serving implement."
Thank Aneris that I did.
On the table: Two cakes, four pies. To serve: my little pie trowel (Thanks John and Amanda for that gift :) No plates, no utensils, no napkins brought. Texyote, October and I pretty much commandeered the table, serving the children first, then the adults, and everybody was nicely fooded.
Disorganized religion is a good thing, but do take a page from the proud tradition of the church social--the organizing party brings plates and cups.
Given that I'm something of a control freak, I'm kind of thinking this could be a good home for me. Later on, we and a sweetie named Beth stayed to clean up all the remainders, and brought home some leftover treats, including a loaf of banana bread made by a genuine little old lady (besides myself).
Incidentally, John, my pie trowel broke. (big soulful eyes)
Nice event, will almost certainly go back.