One week from today I fly out to Minnesota to be the best man at my brother's wedding. His fiancee's family is, from what I hear, psycho-catholic, she's already bit him in the neck and sucked all the episcopalianism out, now he acts like he's been Catholic his whole life. So I'm gonna be standing there next to the altar in a tux for not only the service, but the full 2-hour high mass before the service. I also get to meet her whole side of the family including the grandmother who apparently talks in tounges from time to time and has been known to enforce the saying of the Rosary with a broom handle.
I have a feeling there's gonna be some people who don't like me that much because I can only keep my "Atheist-bastardism" at bay for so long before I gotta start having a logical conversation which usually ends with people taking a step back to avoid the lightning bolt they think is about to hit me.