I went to church on Sunday.
and that is what we call a moment of silence. I made it out alive and un-burned, is that a word? My devoted Catholic boyfriend attends mass regularly, by that, I mean twice a month. Plus, he goes to Confession during the week, when needed. Note, I am not dating a religious freak, he just keeps the tradition that his parents installed in him. I love him, so. He has never asked for me to accompany him and I prefer it that way. But it was Palm Sunday and we had a whole day planned for afterwards--which didn't include house shopping--thanks to my previous night's indiscretion. He asked if I would go and I said, the wrong answer of, yes. I'm Catholic. I gave up fast food for Lent this year. I have not been to Church in ages which led to me mumbling through a lot of prayers and looking like a Catholic groupie. Since I used to be a Jewish groupie, I can only assume that Catholic groupies exist as well?!?!? I was so embarrassed, I looked cute, but still was so shamed. I don't know how I pulled it off. Thank goodness there is prayer in unison. All I had to do was mumble in tune with everyone else. I knew when it was time for communion probably because it's eating and drinking wine. Who doesn't know when it's time to eat and drink? The only prayer I knew was the Lord's Prayer, partly because back in the day when my family went every Sunday, I knew that Lord's Prayer time meant it was almost quitting time. Closer to the family brunch time. See, I if it has to do with food, I'll remember.