Bad Catholic, meet Good Friday

For those of you who didn't know, I was raised a Roman Catholic. For those of you who know me better, it will come as no surprise that I am a terrible Catholic. Yesterday was Good Friday, and I genuinely forgot that fact until I mentioned to KJ that I wanted to look at hiking boots at Mark's Work Wearhouse before going to the gym. Since the store was directly across the street from the gym, we pulled into the parking lot and only then noticed it empty, and there were bars on the doors of the whole shopping plaza. I am such a bad Catholic, I honestly thought "Did they have a fire or something?" before thinking "religious holiday".

All my friends will be there, at least.

After the gym and religious memory lapse, we came home to get ready for dinner. I don't know what I touched, or ate, or looked at, but somehow I managed to get a big, itchy hive under my right eye. Benedryl took care of the itching and swelling, but halfway through dinner I was nearly comatose. Worst dinner companion ever!

For dinner, we went out for Chinese food with a couple of friends, Suki & Amy. Because all of us are whiter than rice in this group of friends (Amy included), and Suki is super tanned despite the fog (or our token brown friend, as it were), he makes jokes about it, and so do we. He's easily one of the funniest people I know, so dinner with he and Amy is always a laugh...even if you're nearly falling asleep on your dumplings. Dinner was great, but the real laughs came at dessert time.

All four of us finished our meals with the traditional stale cookie and ice cream dessert. And when I say stale, I mean these cookies are like flint. Suki and I put our moon-rock cookies in the bottom of our bowls and put the ice cream on top, hoping the melting ice cream would soften the concrete cookies. Amy and KJ had their cookies jammed into their ice cream like the Sword in the Stone. Our hopes of softening the cookies were fruitless and, while Suki was comparing himself to a miner using his spoon like a mining pick, Amy started laughing at me. It was then that I realized I had my 'concentration face' on as I chiseled through the meteor under my ice cream.

"Why am I eating this?"

With that, I started laughing at her laughing at me. We all started laughing uncontrollably because of these abysmal cookies. All of us ate them, all of us hated the tooth-breaking nature of them, and all of us thought it was hysterical that we were getting a workout just trying to eat the damned things. 

We all ended the evening on our couches watching serial killers turn people into hats and fertilizer (Criminal Minds marathons are best watched with a group of friends high on Chinese buffet), groaning like bloated walruses.

Today is a new day, and the salmon we plan to have for supper tonight will hopefully make up for the suffering of yesterday, but I won't hold my breath.