Sunday means it is time to get "churchy", to borrow a word that Irene uses as if it were an obscenity. I attempt to dress like a mormon missionary[a] - not quite getting there. Anyway, we all pack into the little Toyota Prius and head for Downtown Disneyland[b], the not-exclusively-made-for-kids part of Disneyland, and the House of Blues[c], for a Gospel Brunch[d].
Entrance to Downtown Disney.
The House of Blues.
The Gospel Band.
Everybody waving their napkins.
One audience member is taken up on stage.
At the end of the performance, anyone who wants to can come up on stage and shake it.
The food was great, by the way.