Heh, I went to NYC again, and since I promised ck to try to post something, I will.
The plane was crowded with people on their connecting flight from Australia, where they had attended the World Youth Day. So, apparently, there was a lot of frum-quality Catholic folks around (I don’t mind Catholics per se, but these had an extra pious quality). One of the ladies desperately tried to buy a sandwich with US cash from a vendor at the gate in Frankfurt; I thought I’d be nice and help her out, but she gave me a look as if I were the Lord of Darkness himself. Tsk. I was just being polite. Then I spotted him. That short, hyper priest that I’d already encountered on a flight a couple of years ago when he was returning from the World Youth Day in Germany. Back then, my elder brother and his girlfriend had given me a lift to Frankfurt after they’d been out clubbing the previous night, so they were still in full hardrock / black metal ado. They were hanging out with me during check-in, and probably left quite an impression on that 5’3″ priest, possibly also because my bro’s 6’7″ and his gf 6’6″. Back then, that priest was seated in my row. He wouldn’t talk to ,me and spent most of the time praying. I could as well have been sitting next to some Chasid who was afraid of somebody seeing him talking with a secular female.
Anyhow, I refrained from singing all those popular Catholic youth songs like “Kumbayah”, “Lauda to si” (or something like it), and the ever abused-classic “Give peace a chance” (which isn’t exactly pro-religion if one gives the lyrics a closer look). I was being nice.
I’m aware this isn’t exactly the most eloquent blog post, the style could also be way better, but I’ve at least fulfilled my duty of blogging something. Maybe I’ll blog more. We’ll see. I shan’t be online too much. Luv ya, peeps.