To Evil Randar, a separate Catholic church picnic is hosted by each parish in Louisville. Louisville has an archdiocese, with a Cathedral at its center. Each part of the city is then divided into parishes. There is a lot of parish pride and competition, so even Zule and I, who would rather eat our young than attend Catholic church, go and support the parish we self-identify with. In our case, St.Pius X (On a side note, I was baptised Catholic, to make my Grandmother happy, and I apparently started screaming when the water and oil touched my head. IT BURNS.) Anyway, Hikes POINT ST PIUS REPREZENT!! This is how they're set up. Each parish has a charitable gaming license. Yes, gambling. Each parish has a liqour license to sell beer. Yes, drinking. And I rather suspect illicit sex in the bushes amongst the Catholic teens.
Then, all the parishes support the blow out Catholic picnic of the year, The St. Joseph's Home's Orphans Picnic. There is no party in Louisville in August as fun as St. Joe's. People have St. Joe's parties, and then after going to the parties, they go to St. Joe's and gamble for the orphans. The gaming tables are made out of formica, and they lift and drop all the change from the losers into a bag, and every ten minutes, a person comes around and takes the money to the safe. I assure you, the Catholic church picnics make a lot of money for both the parishes and the orphans home.
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Last nite, parking was limited. Zule parked behind the church. My father-in-law parked behind the church. My brother-in-law parked behind the church. Well, my father-in-law was determined to "cut through the creek," as he had done as a child to sneak into St. Pius through the football field through a creek that runs adjacent to the church. I was like "No", seeing as it was stagnant water with steep banks and ominious trees. I was wearing new sandals, and there was no way I was dicking them up with mud.
Well anyway, apparently when he and my beloved mother-in-law were leaving, my father-in-law convinced my mother-in-law to go back to the car through the creek. They fell in the creek, got all muddy, and when they got to the end, fifteen feet from their car, there was a pad lock on the fence. All was not lost though, they crawled under the fence. The mental image of this is hysterical. It is a good example of a penny wise, pound foolish. I love them dearly.