i was supposed to go to passover on friday night but i missed that
since i was working all day and forgot to check the time: 5p. i don’t
know who i offended more, my father or the rest of the catholic
congregation for being a jew and wearing my star of david necklace.
i
drove by a church that looked like a castle, snooped around and found
out all of a sudden when loud music started to play that a service was
starting so i stayed to find out. i read the whole catholic liturgy
book before the priest even started and when he read through the
stations i found myself saying “hurry up” thinking of the chinese food
that andrew and i were gonna split before he went to boston.
well about
the church: ive sort of thought that confession was neat and i wanted to
you know.. so i could let go of when i’d slept next to (not…) with 2
different guys last week. but i tried to put that out of my mind so i
just clicked down and out the hallway in my easter heels instead. going
to church started up a whole thing because i started asking things
like, why have jews and christians hated each other so much?
and so i
turned on the day vinci code which happened to be on the FX, and then
this opened up a whole other bag of worms. for example, did you know
that Mary Magdalene might be buried under the nave in the Louvre
somewhere? well i watched tom hanks walk all over it and now im ready
to go there see it for myself. and did jesus christ really have a
daughter?
i bought into all of this stuff and i couldn’t go to sleep at
night wondering if constantine’s ghost was gonna come roaming up all
over the place because i wasn’t sure about jesus or this divine
intervention thing. but still … i woke up at 8 30 glad that i was still
alive and that ghosts hadn’t gotten to me. at least not yet…
maybe stuff i wasn’t supposed to do on easter by the way….
see the couple in the pew next to me kissing
saying “f–k, ass—-, god da– it, etc, etc.” when i lost my keys trying to get on into the easter service on time
being so happy that i got a parking spot till i saw that i’d driven over a broken window shattered into a 100 pieces
stealing two cupcakes and leaving the social hour before i had a chance to say hello to any of its members
donating a quarter and keeping my dollar when the offering bowl came around
turning my back, chewing on my nails, and thinking how low my bank
account was when i was supposed to shake hands at the “meet and greet”
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