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The funeral was good. Weepy.
There was a ton of food, and a long line to get to it.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sandcrab and I grabbed a stack of cups and the pitcher of sangria and started at the back of the line, "Excuse me, would you like a cocktail while you wait? To Boots?" By the time we ran out of wine and toasted Boots many times, we were at the front of the line. We shared all of the sangria and pigged out on cookies and sammiches. We got many compliments on the quality of booze (it was amazing) and our inventiveness.
"This is a Methodist church! There's no drinking here!"
"....Honey, I am educated in the Jesuit tradition and we believe in a little support at a funeral. No one is making YOU drink, but I see some people here in need of comfort."
We got a little old lady drunk with a broken leg drunk before she went out and drove. We could not stop laughing. We didn't know she was driving!
My favorite teacher ever, Ms Smit of the Third grade, was there. It was so wonderful to see her.
Thensandcrab and I pottered around in the garden.
There was a ton of food, and a long line to get to it.
sandcrab and I grabbed a stack of cups and the pitcher of sangria and started at the back of the line, "Excuse me, would you like a cocktail while you wait? To Boots?" By the time we ran out of wine and toasted Boots many times, we were at the front of the line. We shared all of the sangria and pigged out on cookies and sammiches. We got many compliments on the quality of booze (it was amazing) and our inventiveness. "This is a Methodist church! There's no drinking here!"
"....Honey, I am educated in the Jesuit tradition and we believe in a little support at a funeral. No one is making YOU drink, but I see some people here in need of comfort."
We got a little old lady drunk with a broken leg drunk before she went out and drove. We could not stop laughing. We didn't know she was driving!
My favorite teacher ever, Ms Smit of the Third grade, was there. It was so wonderful to see her.
Then
sandcrab and I pottered around in the garden.
