Nothing quite like
a bunch of mackerel snappers bellying up to the chow line. Dinner last night at Our Lady of Perpetual Guilt was spectacular, the fish perfect, the accoutrements tasty, the dessert table loaded with home baked goodness.
No “God hates gays” signs, no women with black eyes, no loud public praying, no fatwas, no assholes in general. The teenagers were clearing the tables, the servers in a good mood and dishing out food like elderly aunts (Eat more! you’re too skinny! I was just going to throw it away!)
NO parking lot tussles, no nastiness in general and despite the free flowing beer, wine, and mixed drinks, nobody out of control either. Almost all of the food was donated, all of the proceeds fund unwed mother’s groups.
When they act like this I am proud to call them my tribe.
Sounds like it could be my tribe. If there was way more food than N people could even possibly eat and enough sugar to give an elephant herd diabetes, then definitely.
Church or family? Sometimes it is hard to tell the difference.
Outstanding!!!
Whereinahell did you get the term “Mackerel Snappers”?
Mackerel Snapper is from Meatless Friday as adhered to by Catholics. We Square Head Lutherans didn’t do that, we just ate lutefisk ’cause it was a national penance for some violation of rules against the seven deadly sins, the fourteen dangerous habits or the twenty one potentially unwise behaviours.
Gerry N.
Gerry: I don’t know what you did to deserve lutefisk, but lord, don’t do it again.