Ash Wednesday hangover
No it’s not what you think. I’ve been fighting the flu so each morning is usually greeted with the pain of what I remember hangovers to be. That’s right, I don’t get hangovers anymore. In fact not since mid 90′s I believe. Cocky? naw. Superhuman? could be. Being the seasoned vet I know what to mix and when to put on the breaks.
Enough about that, let’s talk abut that toner on my head. At least that’s what an old coworker of mine used to always say. I admit that I’m not the most devout catholic these days. In fact ever since my Dad passed in 06 I really havent thought about it. I go when my wife wants me to go with her and last night was actually my doing. I know that my dad would have kicked my ass if I missed Ash Wednesday.
I think one of the biggest issues I have with the Pittsburgh diocese are the lines for designating which parish you can be a member of. The church we went to last night is 5 minutes from our front door. Because I live on the other side of this certain road, I am supposed to drive 25 minutes in the other direction. Think I’m going to do that? um, no. I’m trying to get back into going to church and now you’re going to tell me go somewhere completely out of my way? haha yeah OK.
Will I continue going to this church? Probably, I kinda dig it. Do I care that I don’t belong to a parish? No, not really. Will I stop being Fr. Spoon? Hell no. If you can’t differentiate him and me, you have other issues you need to address.
On the plus side I ate at my first Long John Silvers last night. Remember, I’m not a big seafood person so I always avoided this place. It wasn’t too bad. I had these buttered lobster bites that were quite tasty and a shrimp platter. Since it’s lent I should review a different fast food fish every Friday. *ugh* or maybe not.
