So the rehearsal was held in my old parish.
I haven't been back there in ages.
The church looks pretty much the same with some standard renovations but I never realized how dry the mass was. The lector sounded drier than Ben Stein.
The most interesting thing was listening the pastor quote Shakespeare in a thick Italian accent.
Now my mass, like most Catholic masses, isn't a lively rabble-rousing event either. Our second mass choir is less than desirable. It just took me back to being a little girl sitting in this church thinking it was the biggest church in the world.
At least the church is still packed with folks standing in the back for the evening mass.
