Since we're telling Midnight Mass stories.....
I had recently broken up with a boyfriend (a couple of months before Christmas) and of course, as all teenage boys were.... once you broke up with them, they decided that they *really* wanted to be your boyfriend and treat you right afterall. TOO LATE!!!!
Anyway, he was the oldest brother of my best friend, and I was at their house on Christmas Eve preparing to go to Midnight Mass with my best friend and her three other sisters. Well, doesn't my ex-boyfriend decide that he is going to come along with us? I still got along with him, but just was not interested in him as a boyfriend anymore... so on the way (walking through huge feathery snowflakes falling) we got laughing and joking... and I asked him *just* before going inside the church doors how long it had been since he had even been to a regular mass.... the answer was YEARS... so I joked that the ceiling may fall in on us because of him. LOL
The church was packed, people were standing along the sides and across the back.... but the ushers brought us all the way up to the FRONT of the church to sit in the pew in front of the altar. Part way into the mass I felt something hit me (lightly) and looked down on the floor in front of me.... there I saw some plaster.... I looked at Raymond, and then up at the ceiling just as another tiny piece came down. Do you have any idea how difficult it was for me to contain myself and NOT laugh while the priest was looking directly in my face throughout most of the mass? We got outside and away from the crowd on the steps and I lost it in gales of laughter.... "I TOLD you the ceiling was going to fall in on us!!" ROTFL Needless to say, I never went to mass with him again! hehehe
Gemini