This morning Travalon and I went to a church on the far east side. I used to live a block from this church but didn't go there because it was too big and ugly and modern for my taste, but now that I see all the lovely churches with beautiful music full of right-wing types who don't acknowledge the Pope, it seemed like the perfect time to give this church a chance. At first I found their worship band annoying, like something you would find at an Evangelical church, and the words projected on screens were kind of weird too. But then the bad music started to remind me of the church I'd gone to on Wednesdays as a child in Catholic school, when everyone used to talk about our obligation to the poor. On Sundays we went to the Episcopal church, and maybe if I want beautiful liturgy and social justice these days, I'd have to go to one of the Episcopal churches in town. That's what some of my former choir buddies do.
Then we went to the East Side Club to watch the Packers, and Jilly Moose joined us in the second half. They were playing the Bears in Chicago, and on their opening drive they got a touchdown, but then it seemed like their defense couldn't stop the Bears, while the Bears' defense could sure stop them. It was a low-scoring game by halftime, when I went to take a vigorous walk outside. Travalon had bought some raffle tickets, but we didn't win anything - no meat, no T-shirts in sizes way too small for us, and certainly not the 50/50 cash prize. At one point the Packers were first and goal, but they got to fourth down and decided to go for it, even though the Bears kept stopping them. I can see being aggressive early in the game, but in the fourth quarter like that, I would have gone for the field goal. With a minute left, the Packers were up by one point, so the Bears just had to drive down the field and get a field goal, which if LaFleur had opted for the earlier field goal wouldn't have worked. With three seconds left, the Bears went for the field goal... and MISSED!!!! I thought at first it was bad luck, but in fact a Packer got a hand on it, so it went off-course and doinked off the uprights. So after further review, the Bears still suck. There was a woman there wearing a Walter Payton jersey, and when she won one of the T-shirts, she joked that we all just wanted her to cover it up. Just like yesterday, there was an interesting license plate on a vehicle in the parking lot.
For some reason I had a lot of trouble staying awake during Irish class, then in the evening Travalon dropped me off at band practice so he could go to Leopold's. We practiced Christmas carols for our upcoming gig at the airport in December, and when we practiced "Jingle Bells," it reminded me that someone online sang the words to the tune of "Hell's Bells" by AC/DC. That is the kind of stuff I love on the internet. Last night Travalon was singing show tunes, and he was singing something from Oklahoma that goes, "When the corn is as high/as an elephant's eye," and I sang, "That's amore," so we both laughed and laughed. Infused chocolate might be how I get through the next four years.
Stay tuned tomorrow when Travalon will give his two cents about the election.
Famous Hat
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