Day Fifty-Five - O Holy Night

I'm not really a lapsed Catholic. I don't really get that term - but I suppose it suggests that you are just taking a break from Catholicism? Yeah - well, I guess I was raised Catholic [my dad and that side of the family were Catholic when I lived @ home and I spent 15 years in Catholic school] - but we weren't hugely enthusiastic about it. I went to church a bit, had First Communion and was confirmed...so I'm pretty familiar with things [and it gave me one heck of an edge when studying fine art]. However, there were many parts of Catholic-ness that I missed out on and therefore still have some mystique.

Even though I'm no longer Catholic [or anything really] I wanted to go to church on xmas - it is the reason for the season, after all. Normally I go to my mum's church and burn myself with candles, but I wanted this year to be special so I went to Midnight Mass. For some reason I thought that it would be something different and more exotic than normal Catholic mass, but it wasn't. I don't know why I thought that as weddings and funerals are barely any different than a regular mass. Still - it was nice to be there, even if the incense was a little lacking [I love that stuff].

Apparently it's something of a family tradition to turn up to Midnight Mass a little bit on the intoxicated side...and I kinda tried as I had numerous drinks before but they had little to no effect. I think my alcohol tolerance increases when I return to my hometown...it's like...reverse Superman.