Well, I'm alive. We sat in the front row (Jehova's Witnesses. Was it Nathan who asked?) to celebrate the most infamous instance of human sacrifice in mythology/history. For the first song, my mom elbowed me in the ribs to get me to mouth along with the song. It's a good thing I have a quiet voice; she thought I was singing the brainwashing nonsense. For the next half hour, I stared at the very pretty lilies near the stage and considered that at least I wasn't required to come more often. I smirked when they recommended drinking wine on Jesus' death-day (Harry Potter!). Then they read a line in the bible about how the most holy among us haven't been contaminated with women. I sighed out loud.
At the end I sang a part of a song from Inheritance just for fun.
Ditto. Last time I drove, I had to swerve around a full trash bag that had fallen out of the pick-up truck in front of me. It was a two-lane road, and there was a semi coming the other way. I got around it fine, but I'd never seen my mom so mad at another driver in my life... (meaning the pick-up truck in front of us...)