Midnight mass

I'm not all that religious. Seriously. I admit I only attend church on the holy days, a handful of weddings and the occasional funeral. But Christmas Eve is a special time over here. There is a significantly larger proportion of Catholics in my state compared to the rest - aided no doubt by the larger number of Portuguese and Dutch descendants staying here - and one tradition that we always have here is the Christmas Eve Midnight Mass.

It's the one night the parishioners are allowed to hang around in the vast church lawn, raising their voices to the heavens ( okay, some are just caterwauling away like whipped cats but since it's a time for giving, we shall forgive them their sins ) under the midnight sky. Which is such a blessed relief seeing as the church itself can become quite unbearably humid with the faithful squashed inside amongst the pews.

Of course I don't think the priests in church know about this but it's also the one night the good, conservative Catholic girls let down their hair, hike up their skirts annd climb into those racy stilettos to parade outside the church :) Surely an annual spectacle that any red-blooded heterosexual teenage boy would find hard to resist. Unfortunately there's nothing much for the gay boys to see - unless a certain hot priest is giving the sermons tonight.

Since I was a monster before with Barry last night over the phone ( check out the earlier post! ), I decided to make amends by inviting him to the Midnight Mass. He's not Christian - if that's what you're asking - and I doubt he'd know the difference between a crucifix and a cheesecake. :) On second thought though I am suddenly unsure if I want him to come along since I just realized that my ISO will be there too - and that right bastard will see right through me!