It’s time for….another story! *Applause* SO here it is:
This will also explain why there was no post yesterday…
SO last night I went to an Award Mass in Scranton, Pennsylvania. Yes. Scranton. If you aren’t from Pennsylvania, you might not understand my sarcasm in how wonderful a place that is but maybe you did right there…if not it was sarcasm. Blogs don’t really relay sarcasm well…anyways, I’m in the car with my father. Keep in mind we were already lost once, not terribly bad though. We stop at Wendy’s and eat quick. We leave. Because we were already lost once, I was like SCREW THE DIRECTIONS I GOT A PHONE I DON’T NEED PAPER! So I type the address in Google Maps. And click on what I thought would be our destination, right? It’s only 12 minutes away, so no rush. We get there. There’s no church. Shit. Type the address back in…I hit Kingston, PA instead of Scranton, PA…so it’s 6:15. I need to be there at 6:30. The REAL destination is 30 minutes away. So we get there around 6:40…I walk into the church. Now I go to a Catholic School and I’m in my uniform. Well so is every other student in the church. SO I walk down the middle isle. It’s dark. I look like an ass. I’m like intensely looking at all these students in the church looking for the kids from my school and everyone is looking right back at me. I CAN’T TELL THE DIFFERENCE WHEN EVERYONE IS WEARING A UNIFORM IN THE DARK. SO I go up to a lady and she’s like: (Read the left in an old lady voice. The right in a confused 17 year old male.)
-Are you lost?
No, I’m just looking for St. John Neumann-
-Well what’s your pew number?
I don’t know I don’t have one-
-Well it’s on your name tag.
Well isn’t that in the pew?-
-No that’s in the back.
So I hurry back to the back of the church get my name tag. I’m in pew 30. I get to sit next to a couple cute girls. I suck with talking to girls. So then the people move us anyways! WTF!!! I had a nice seat. Then I get moved right behind a support pillar! RIGHT BEHIND IT! I couldn’t see anything. And it doesn’t help that I’m short. There’s really nothing more annoying. So an hour passes mass is over. Awards start. ONE
HOUR LATER! 250 FINALLY received their awards. And then it was like a mass Exodus from the church…like my puns?
SO there you have it. My night in the Electric City. (Scranton)