ah, Good Friday... takes me back to the day I first broke bread with the entire Catholic Batson family.

The setting is Coalyard Charlies restaurant.  I met the entire gaggle of brothers, sisters, sister-in-laws, and of course Grandma.  Grandma being the most religious of this God fearing family.  She actually volunteered in the church daily keeping it clean and well kept...  she was a good woman.

I am technically Catholic, but we seemed to drop the ball right after 1st communion when I never returned.  Because of this, I don't know all the rules, traditions... never been confirmed, never partaken in lent....

Brett... has never been much help either.  Sure, he nudges me during mass to let me know certain things are coming and if I want to be a poser I can look like I belong... not get left in the sit, kneel, stand, repeat dust... On this occasion however... I guess he just wasn't prepared for how limited my christian knowledge really was.

He sat me next to Grandma.  The waitress came around, and I paid no attention to the fact that EVERYONE had ordered fish.  I hate fish.  I was at a steak house and wanted steak.  So I placed my order, and still never noticed the whispers...

Our food came, and there was a collective gasp as the mouth watering, well done steak was placed in front of me! 

Someone then mentioned me not being catholic to which I replied, 'No, I'm catholic."  Still had NO IDEA Why that came up!

Later that evening, Brett made a comment in the car about what I ate and how funny that was to him... I was sooooo embarrassed I wanted to kill him!  What a first impression to make... 

Truth is, there's a long list of things I'm quite certain I'm going to hell for...  Eating meat I'm pretty sure is waaaaay down the list.

Sorry Gram