CHRIZ IS RIGHT.
I know nobody reads midnight posts unless they sound like a drunk post, but it is FINALLY time for Holy Name Fish Fries to start again!
Believe me, this is more than a calendar spot that marks that we're roughly halfway to Oktoberfest. It IS that, but it's more.
What you do, is you call all your friends and say, "Hey, fish fry, braaaa." Then you fill a cooler with beer. The night last year that we filled a cooler with Steel Reserve-- well, maybe that was a little too much. So you stand out in the cold drinking with a bunch of nice Catholic folks (and internally recoil in horror when one of your drunk friends starts making fun of Catholics really loudly). When you finally get inside, though... well, you still stand in line for a long time. Remember, you still have your beer. And you can smell the food, which is calling out like some sort of beautiful, breaded banshee. Eventually, you check in your booze and pay $7 dollars for a meal that includes two more beers. Not to one-track-mind it, but you probably still have a flask with you. So then you sit down in the cafeteria and eat THE MOST DELICIOUS FISH MEAL YOU'VE EVER HAD IN YOUR LIFE! IT TASTES LIKE BUTTER IN YOUR MOUTH! DO YOU SEE MY EMPHATIC CAPITALIZATION WHICH I HOPE PROVES HOW SERIOUS I AM? If you're up to the task, you can have seconds for free.
And, then, some nights you still have it in you to go out and find some fun after an amazing supper. And some nights you have to go home and be full of fish and just generally hold your tummy and smile.
I love these things so much. I don't know if you could tell. Yay, life being fun!
Believe me, this is more than a calendar spot that marks that we're roughly halfway to Oktoberfest. It IS that, but it's more.
What you do, is you call all your friends and say, "Hey, fish fry, braaaa." Then you fill a cooler with beer. The night last year that we filled a cooler with Steel Reserve-- well, maybe that was a little too much. So you stand out in the cold drinking with a bunch of nice Catholic folks (and internally recoil in horror when one of your drunk friends starts making fun of Catholics really loudly). When you finally get inside, though... well, you still stand in line for a long time. Remember, you still have your beer. And you can smell the food, which is calling out like some sort of beautiful, breaded banshee. Eventually, you check in your booze and pay $7 dollars for a meal that includes two more beers. Not to one-track-mind it, but you probably still have a flask with you. So then you sit down in the cafeteria and eat THE MOST DELICIOUS FISH MEAL YOU'VE EVER HAD IN YOUR LIFE! IT TASTES LIKE BUTTER IN YOUR MOUTH! DO YOU SEE MY EMPHATIC CAPITALIZATION WHICH I HOPE PROVES HOW SERIOUS I AM? If you're up to the task, you can have seconds for free.
And, then, some nights you still have it in you to go out and find some fun after an amazing supper. And some nights you have to go home and be full of fish and just generally hold your tummy and smile.
I love these things so much. I don't know if you could tell. Yay, life being fun!