An Alliterative Awkward Adventure

So I'm at Thode library now attempting to study for Matsci exam on Tuesday. Attempting, because I am failing miserably, and I realize that bringing my LAPTOP is a bad idea along the lines of bell bottoms and toe socks.

So it's Easter Sunday. I was going to go to church today, but the church I regularly frequent was *gasp* closed, for some odd reason. As I waited by the locked doors hoping for Jesus himself to descend from the heavens and kick down the wooden door in my way, a few more people joined us, until a small crowd of 7 people had gathered in front of the barred church.

We stood there like a bunch of idiots as cars passed by and gave us very direct looks that said, 'Wtf.' Eventually, we decided to go on a 'quest' to find a Sunday mass to attend. I mean, who locks church on Easter? Isn't it supposed to be 'sanctuary' and there when you need it? Well, no choice. Like Frodo and his friends, we set out on an adventure, but hopefully with lower casualties and no fiery volcano (Sorry, I had to sneak a LOTR ref in there somewhere).

We ended up at 134 Emerson, at St. George's Reformed Episcopal church. We hesitated at the threshold, then balked as the minister offered to serve us communion in the chapel. It's always strange and awkward entering another religion's church, especially if you have wild thought about 'If you cross our threshold you belong to our religion now,' or 'If you eat our food, you're one of us.'

A few of us were unaccustomed to the sacrament of wine at communion, so it was pretty awkward especially when you were caught between refusing the wine (and possibly offending the minister) or accepting the wine (and possibly offending God himself). In some cases, a few among us risked the lightning bolts and accepted the wine, and in others, excuses were made (I need to go... study). And some of us didn't know the wine was alcoholic and almost sprayed it back at the minister in shock. Luckily, it never happened (but imagine if it did ><).

After that, if it wasn't awkward enough, the minister invited us to a party. So this was running through my head: "Oh, you came to our church as a last resort? Okay, let's serve you communion. Mass? Oh we can skip mass, not like you care. Since you're here, why don't you come to our party, so you can steal our food and take more advantage of our hospitality?"

Yeah, so it was pretty awkward. But of course, that was my own paranoia running away with me. The members of the parish were pretty nice and the food was great. They even invited us to come again. Except for the fact that in my mind, I was constantly on guard for someone to launch a 'sneak-conversion' on me and inform me that because of some obscure clause I was a Reformed Episcopal now.

So all in all, I gotta say it's been a pretty weird morning. I met new people, got locked out of church, experienced Reformed Episcopal church and went to a party. Go me.