With tomorrow being Easter, Sunday FunDay will just be Sunday.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
I survived a meatless Good Friday, but barely.
My plan was simple. Go home early, make a cheese lasagna, have a couple of toddies (vodka/soda/lime), and chill out.
The plan worked well. Except I have a package of hot Italian sausage in the freezer. The temptation was huge. I actually took them out to thaw. In the end, the toddies won out. The sausage was this morning's breakfast.
One can be forgiven for eating a pound of hot sausage with peppers and onions for breakfast.
On a humorous note, I was given some Good Friday instructions as I walked home yesterday to make my meatless dinner. A young friend told me that as a Catholic I should actually be fasting on Good Friday and also abstaining from the use of alcohol.
If she hadn't been sitting at a patio bar I might have given the alcohol statement some credibility.
Bar side preaching really is a turn off.
Now, as to "fasting" as defined by the Catholic Church.
"Fasting" can consist of up to two small meals according to the Church teachings.
I was observant in that fashion.
Wonder what "Twenty something Uber Catholic Girl" had after her Happy Hour?
That's just a rhetorical musing. Honestly, I could really care less.
Today, Max's Sports Bar is having an outdoor music/patio party. Our good friend Shane Morrell's band, "Dynaflow" is going to be there.
"Dynaflow" kicks ass!
In the meantime, a ride to the Memphis Farmers Market is in order.
Until the next time, all y'all take care of yourselves.
Air Traffic Mike, ret.
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