veni, vidi, laudaverunt

So, I had an email from my dad telling me that the altos in one of his choirs were going to be absent at "Midnight" Mass tonight and asking if I would help out.

I hemmed and hawed to myself about it all day but finally decided to go, as I knew deep down I would. Let me just say it's been YEARS since I've a) been to church and b) sung in a choir. I totally blew the parts for "Angels We Have Heard On High," but did a passable job sight singing the rest. There was no rumbling of thunder nor bolts of lightning. No earthquake nor locusts. Dad was appreciative.