I got a ride to and from my hometown with a friend from high school.
Her dad is a freethinking, often syncretistic (liberal) Catholic, and she was telling me that on Saturday night of Easter weekend when the whole family was sitting around drinking and playing board games he was going ballistic about how the priest at the local cathedral had put in the church bulletin a suggested dress code and the statement that if people couldn't meet it, he would rather that they not come to mass... He already attends church at a liberal haven in small town north of my hometown, but he heard about this and was still pissed.
Later that night, after more drinking, he was saying how the priest was trying to go after the finances of the small church, and was saying they needed to give more money to the cathedral.
"Yeah, because he needs more jewels for his robes, and the silver cups aren't good enough, they want gold," my friend's brother was like.
As it turns out, my one friend's uncle and cousin were in town and were there, and they're "ritualistic" Catholics, as she describes them; they were drinking and watching the clock all night, and as soon as the clock hit midnight, they both went to make ham sandwiches and get desserts and other stuff they had been giving up.
"I wonder what they thought," she was like, but she said she didn't remember their reactions.
She then said that by the end of the night her and her brother and other people were really drunk, and somehow all the talk about jewels for the priest's robes ended up with them calling him the "Rhinestone Pastor" and everyone singing together a song made up Neil Diamond's "Rhinestone Cowboy", only it was "Rhinestone Pastor".
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