Nobody expects--!

[tenlittlebullets]

So, just to set the scene: last night involved tequila, dancing, punching creepy guys, being promised that my friends would get me laid tomorrow at Gay Night, coming back at 2:30 in the morning, RPing gay Frenchboy sex on AIM, and finally going to bed at five in the morning.

Today, I was woken at 2:30 in the afternoon by the doorbell. I heard voices in the living room, figured it was probably host mother with her daughters or a friend or something, and lazed around for a while longer.

At 3:30 I finally emerged, unshowered and mildly hungover, in jeans and a grubby sweatshirt... to find two Catholic priests in the living room talking to my host mother.

I DON'T KNOW EITHER OKAY.

Also, host mother admitted she was wrong twice today, in the space of half an hour. Maybe the priests gave her a talk about human fallibility or something, but I think it's more likely that I have been sucked into an episode of the Twilight Zone.

Comments

[coloneldespard.livejournal.com]

Oh...I know I shouldn't, but I am just SO laughing at this image. Wow. I'd assume I had the DTs in that situation! Reminds me of Nigerian flatmates in London who used to wake me early on Sunday morning when I was hungover by singing - loudly, mournfully, and anything but joyfully - about how much they Looooooooved Jesus Christ! And he was their savvvvvvvviour!

How did the priests react? I have an odd sort of affection for the Catholic priests of my childhood - I'm from a Catholic family and went to various Catholic schools at times, and they were all pretty cool. The folks used to drink with some of them, and I knew one fiery old Irish priest who used to put the wind up the complacent wealthy locals who thought that attending Church once a week absolved them of all their social indifference the rest of the time.

Still...not a sight for hungover and sleep-deprived eyes!

[mmebahorel.livejournal.com]

Well, surprise is amongst their weaponry.

Yeah, I don't know. That is utterly bizarre.