This weekend...

So as you might know, I met up with my mystery man yesterday to see if we wanted to take our relationship to "the next level." Level one being emailing on Catholic Match, level two being long phone conversations. Level three, getting to know each other in person.

We're not right for each other, but we had a pretty fun day anyway. Don't want to go into too many details because I just feel like it's irrelevant...or maybe I will talk about it at a later point in a broader sense. It was overwhelming though. I had crazy dreams last night, one after the next. Stress dreams that usually are only a side effect of medication. It was actually a much more emotionally intense experience than I had anticipated, and hopefully by writing about it tonight I will maybe thwart some of those bizarre dreams.

But there were other reasons God brought me into the city yesterday:

1. Met a couple really nice women on the train - one who had just performed at my organization's annual Cabaret fundraiser (crazy!) and another who wants a new job and I was able to give her the HR info.

2. We went to St Agnes for mass, which is literally steps away from Grand Central Station.  It was, incidentally, the day after the feast of St. Agnes.

This is the same church Fulton Sheen used to give his famous 3 hour Good Friday Sermons. My dad used to go when he was in his 20's. The crowd of people would literally flow out into the street. This is a bit of his last Good Friday Sermon, he died that December. (My dad was 29)

3. It was also the one year anniversary of my grandmother's passing, and she was a huge fan of Fulton Sheen (I have her autographed picture of him...."To Bob and Peggy, God love you, Fulton Sheen." It was nice to go to mass at that Church on that day, and I wouldn't have done it if it weren't for the circumstances.

4. Finally, we went all the way up town to 121st between Broadway and Amsterdam, to Corpus Christi, the church where Thomas Merton baptized and confirmed as a student at Columbia University. This was my "church of choice" in college, I stopped going to the campus mass because this one had Gregorian Chant at the 11am (and even though the group of Catholics was about as liberal as they come, ironically, they loved the Latin and we always said "Lord I am not worthy that you should come under my roof."   Just thought it was worth mentioning after all I've been cringing at reading the National Catholic Reporter.