Monday, April 27, 2015
Who's on first?
We went to church this morning.
Which is to say, we went to a wedding, which was held at a church. It was an Anglican service, so it struck me as bizarrely formal and packed with arcane regalia. God help me if I ever go back in a Catholic church.
It was an unusual wedding. The bride was an Anglican deacon. And so was the bridegroom. (And what's with that terminology? Isn't a groom someone who brushes horses?) So there's probably an Abbott and Costello routine in there where the groom argues with the priest later on:
"I married my wife a year ago today."
"No, I married your wife. And you."
Hmm, perhaps not.
I worked a late shift last night so I was pretty wrecked. During one of the many moments of religious contemplation, I closed my eyes and had a little quiet time. Unfortunately for me, the Hatchling was sitting next to me, with an eagle-eye for detail.
"Dad! WAKE UP!"
Made me feel so disreputable.