|
So on the Saturday just gone I did journey forth to The Caxton I was to meet with fellow worshippers TFS and Tucker.
Alas only one could make the ardous journey and as it was Tucker and my self stood arm in arm to pray.
The night stated awkwardly as we were two strangers who had only a passing knowledge of each other and had met through a third party, namely TFS. We chatted and drank whilst the morons watching the rugby league on the telly did their best to make sure that we both appeared deaf by constantly asking "sorry, what did you say"
The night was livened up by the appearance of a gentleman who sans pants made for a lap around the bar. Unfortunately security nabbed him but not before much mirth was enjoyed by all.
A pub crawl entered the hotel after a bit and what was a small crowd was bolstered into standing room only. The pub crawl members comprised of four divisions of a local hockey team. And one fellow in particular shared our table and his jug of spirits.
Conversation flowed as did the booze and after one toilet stop I emerged to find Tucker up to his eyes in women. The fairer sex had invaded our table and after some stilted conversation and a lame joke that went down like a lead balloon (from yours truly) they departed.
They were replaced by an extremely drunken fellow on his bucks night. His friend was very chatty and after a bit the groom was asked to leave. The night after this began to grind to a halt,we decided to pull the pin and as the 'sensible one' (designated driver *grumbles to self*) I drove Tucker to the train station and proceeded home.
All in all a good night and hopefully at the next prayer meet we can get a few more members *raises eyebrows in direction of Verbs and TFS* and get the whole robe thing off the ground.
Dream with me lads, dream with me.
|
posted by Trojan @ 4/04/2005 10:47:00 PM
|
|
|
I worshipped $1.80 pots all Saturday night. With enough advance warning, I should be able to attend mass sometime soon. :)
|
|
|
I think that a mass should be held soon. I could possibly attend another (longer) mass on next Friday/Saturday
|
|
How does one become a disciple of this religion? I live in the Hol(e)y Land - perhaps I might go so far so to be a missionary?
Allow me to cut and paste my testimoney from (hope this works) here.
"Brendon Carlill was born and raised in Darwin. No one has ever heard of the place; it is a small and pointless city on Australia's north coast. Like all of us, Brendon has had many dreams in his short life. And, like all of us, the majority have been crushed by other people or simply Society. He still has hope, however, and often finds a dream or two rattling around at the bottom of his pint glass.
He lives in Jerusalem and spends too much time down in the bomb shelter of the Harry S. Truman Research Institute for the Advancement of Peace. The bomb shelter serves as his office because no one wanted to give him a room with a window."
Surely this is enough to be come a whelp, a servent, a disciple, a follower or a missionary?
I humbly subject myself to your (plural) mercy, wisdom and - possibly - superior drinking ability.
Yours, after five glasses o' red, truly,
Bren.
|
