bethany wilderness retreat

by the conclusion of yesterday's post, i nearly convinced myself that i'm a stuttering fool in conversational contexts, and although that may be somewhat true, i also have flashes of social brilliance. stop laughing. it's true. errrr...ummm...well, look at this, a list of bethany folk that i met at the mt. baker wilderness retreat and can still remember after more than 2 weeks:

allen - tall...wild as a youth
blake - electrician
braden - manager at a conservative think tank
brendan - va lab tech for sean's friend ernie
brent - administrator and part-time guide for an international climbing guide service
brian - netflix apostle
chris - lived in an igloo while working as a ski instructor
dale - wamu dude; taught english in japan
daniela - professor of food and nutritional sciences at spu
dave - friendly atheist turned christian
emilie - social worker-to-be
john - office assistant for a law company, a david james duncan fan, and a uw student in the writing program
ilse - nice person on a couch
jack - competitive eater
jonathan - teacher-to-be at central
karen - listener to my interrogation of rob
leif - marketing guru (gf: carly)
laura - ? loaner of sunglasses
michael - spu student of history
nicola - former spu student
rod - professor of history at spu
ruth - part-time worker and wife of rod
scott - director at tap root theater

there are several other faces that i can't match to names.
and there are also several faces that i can match to names but with whom i didn't actually speak.

thanks for indulging me in this chance to illustrate my stellar memory and great prowess in meeting people (i.e., conversation).



andrew david. "and then the priest coughed and said, 'but, sir, the lodge is the people' " mt baker, wa.