Neanderpundit

My word. There were twenty of us, all told. It was very much as if a giant flock of gannets, or perhaps a swarm of locusts, had decended onto the Casa del Mom of Og.

We ate like it, anyway.

There was so goddamned much food i had no idea where it came from. People I didn’t even know were bringing in dishes. Twenty of us ate at banquettes in a 12 x 14 living room, WITH the sofa, loveseat, and chairs.

Afterwards, we ate candy and picked polystyrene grass from our teeth.

Partner and I took long pulls on a big bottle of cockburns ruby port. And now I feel as if I should be dragged back into the water so I can join the rest of the pod.

I have a kind of a barometer of how decent a Christian I have been in any given week, I figure if I’ve been good, I get Fr Brian. If I’ve been an overall ass, I get Fr Marty.

yes, I know it’s a dumb thing.

Still.

Fr Brian this morning, and he was eloquent and.. brief. A wonderful start to a wonderful Easter Sunday. And I’m gonna take it as an omen of good to come.