MUCCed Up and Animated!
For the first time in a long while, I took a break from work and headed out for a social evening with some of my mates in the Murdoch University Catholic Community (or MUCC for short; we usually we say we're all MUCCed up) at Father Michael Gitner's "joint" in Rossmoyne. A good dinner with Judi, Jade, Chris, Fr Mike, Beattie, Andrew and a couple of newbies who probably thought Judi and I were a couple based on our endless flirtatious behaviour, smart-arse jabs and overenthusiastic hugging moments, bwahahahaha! The food was good; Fr Mike cooked some fish fillets; there was Nandos chicken, Beattie made a nice tuna pasta, and there were... um... slices of... bread. Yeah. Okay. Bread. Yup. We broke the bread, too. There's symbolism for you, hahahaha!! Oh I'll get over it. ... The best part was the dessert: there was a lovely chocolate cake (97% percent bloody fat free!) made by Judi; a lovely chocolate cake with white chocolate frosting made by Jade; an apple strudel, and a frozen Bavarian cheese cake. Nummy nummy nummy!!
Fascinatingly enough, Judi got a free car. Yes, I kid you not. Fr Mike announced that one of his mates was "giving a car away" (yes), and Judi is now going to have it! Yaaay! Of course, there is the concern that a car given away for free would be a wreck that won't last more than a couple o' weeks... but wot the hey, it's free! If it breaks down, dump it, move on! Hahah! So yeah, she's gonna get a car, which is great cos we don't have to share the Suzuki Swift anymore (that's my car, for those who don't know, or who haven't added it up). :)
There were some absolutely hilarious moments last nite. Ok, it was probably funnier if you'd been there, but at one point Judi read a letter concerning "alienated Catholics", and the image popped into our heads of all of us dressed up in corny sci-fi garb with antannae on our heads, or huge buggy eyes, or those giant fishbowl space helmets. We cracked up. Yes, we did. Until Judi cried, I kid you not. Hahahahha! At another point, we noticed that an air-conditioner in the dining room had the brand-name Pope, and so we pointed and announced, "oh, look! It's the pope!" (except that in this case, there was cold air, too. HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Sorry. *cough*. Pardon me. Sensitivity seminar next week.) Another time, Fr Mike said something about how I hadn't turned up for Tuesday Masses in uni (hey! I had classes that clashed! Sure, I resolved that weeks ago, but still!) ... and I told him, "I will show up, I promise!", and he wryly replied, "Yes, at my funeral." To which I said, "Well...yes, that's a given", and he said, "You're not playing at my funeral. I've already planned it!" (okay, for that one, you had to be there). And the final moment was when Fr Mike said he was "an old man", and I said, "Come on, you gotta be, what, 30?" and he looked at me nonchalantly and countered, "You're going to Hell for lying." :P :P HAHAHAHAHA!
Incidentally - I might have mentioned this before, so pardon me if I have - this brings back the memory of the time Judi and I were in Fr Mike's office with the good padre there, and we were trying to get a ride to the shops. So, on the phone, Judi made up a story to her mate about why we needed the car (basically lying through her teeth).... and when she hung up, Fr Mike turned to us, smiled and said cheerfully, "Confession? Anyone?"
Fascinatingly enough, Judi got a free car. Yes, I kid you not. Fr Mike announced that one of his mates was "giving a car away" (yes), and Judi is now going to have it! Yaaay! Of course, there is the concern that a car given away for free would be a wreck that won't last more than a couple o' weeks... but wot the hey, it's free! If it breaks down, dump it, move on! Hahah! So yeah, she's gonna get a car, which is great cos we don't have to share the Suzuki Swift anymore (that's my car, for those who don't know, or who haven't added it up). :)
There were some absolutely hilarious moments last nite. Ok, it was probably funnier if you'd been there, but at one point Judi read a letter concerning "alienated Catholics", and the image popped into our heads of all of us dressed up in corny sci-fi garb with antannae on our heads, or huge buggy eyes, or those giant fishbowl space helmets. We cracked up. Yes, we did. Until Judi cried, I kid you not. Hahahahha! At another point, we noticed that an air-conditioner in the dining room had the brand-name Pope, and so we pointed and announced, "oh, look! It's the pope!" (except that in this case, there was cold air, too. HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Sorry. *cough*. Pardon me. Sensitivity seminar next week.) Another time, Fr Mike said something about how I hadn't turned up for Tuesday Masses in uni (hey! I had classes that clashed! Sure, I resolved that weeks ago, but still!) ... and I told him, "I will show up, I promise!", and he wryly replied, "Yes, at my funeral." To which I said, "Well...yes, that's a given", and he said, "You're not playing at my funeral. I've already planned it!" (okay, for that one, you had to be there). And the final moment was when Fr Mike said he was "an old man", and I said, "Come on, you gotta be, what, 30?" and he looked at me nonchalantly and countered, "You're going to Hell for lying." :P :P HAHAHAHAHA!
Incidentally - I might have mentioned this before, so pardon me if I have - this brings back the memory of the time Judi and I were in Fr Mike's office with the good padre there, and we were trying to get a ride to the shops. So, on the phone, Judi made up a story to her mate about why we needed the car (basically lying through her teeth).... and when she hung up, Fr Mike turned to us, smiled and said cheerfully, "Confession? Anyone?"
Tonite, we're having the aforementioned steamboat dinner, for which right now Judi and Carol are preparing the food. My job's the cleaning up. I don't know why. I'm always winding up doing the dishes. Not like I'm complaining... the new dishwashing liquid they're producing today? Moisturises the hands better than any lotion does. Bwahahahaha!
posted by Nickmaniac @ 4:40 PM
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