Cattychism

I had a very nice time at Jeff and Gary’s for the 15th anniversary of Menspace this past Saturday. Folks had a good time, and the food and company were, as always, outstanding.
Towards the end, there were just 6 of us left. It worked out that there were 3 Christians and 3 Pagans. We all got along fine. The topic of religion came up, and someone referred to “catechism”, which I misheard/misparsed as “cattychism.” I guess a cattychism would be a string of remarks like “And did you see the vestments that Bishop Smith was wearing? Jesus is NOT impressed by tacky polyester. And that papal ring SCREAMED QVC. Oh, and that altar boy Fr. Mark was making moony eyes over is about as smart as a sack full of wet mice. Who does she think she’s kidding with THAT store bought eucharist? In my day, clergy had someone bake the host from scratch with at least a hint of rosemary or some sort of fresh herbs. Please, Mary!”
I ended up by visualizing 2 clergy members in vestments having a bitch fight like Alexis and Crystal on Dynasty. Now that would be fun to watch.
Okay, this entry is probably too gay, even for me.