[Magdalen] Easter Vigil.

[ME Michaud]

The first year, about half-way through the three hours,
suddenly I felt faint. A black miasma was filling the nave.
Oh-oh.

The next year I had the foresight to down a bottled mocha frappuccino
on my way out the door. (I am not a coffee drinker.) Felt like a million
bucks. Now an annual thing for me. I'd recommend this approach.

But not the approach of a friend, who had three cups of coffee
before the service and  spent the last half-hour in bladder agony.
-M


On Saturday, April 8, 2017, Scott Knitter <scottknitter at gmail.com> wrote:

> In our parish in Michigan, we had a 6 a.m. Vigil one year and the
> clocks went forward an hour that night. The choir was to report at 5
> a.m. for warmup, which of course felt like 4 a.m. I sang for that
> Vigil in one of the worst moods of my life. Then we had to be back at
> 9:30 for the 10:30 service. Felt awful all day.
>
>