Today being a Sunday, formality dictates that you ought to be in church. Who cares whether you’re not prepared? The Bible itself says “come the way you are” and by virtual of the fact that today marks the finale of the weekend. You might be high on liquor or in a cloth-desert.
Just brace yourself and head straight to church because maybe your fairies will hover over you and make the side effects of the night’s madness invisible. I doubt ill lack can be accommodated in the same vicinity as a fairy, otherwise even the fairy tales would have to change their happy endings into sad ones.
In case the headache hits at you during the service, the church will provide you with holy water that will miraculously heal it. Plus, the leader will ask the congregation to lay hands on the sick and I wonder how stubborn and strong your hangover nausea will be to win this fight against such a strong opponent.
At the say of Amen, you will be as healthy as a dog in the abattoir. It’s at that time that the preacher will ask everyone to turn to their neighbors and flirt them with sweet nothings of how beautiful they are and conclude the act with an “I love you”.
Too many, this is usually a forbidden statement to confess even when the feeling feels right. But with the boldness from the ethanol you consumed and the unison of the church, you too can tell that girl you have been crushing on for all this time, she too may repeat after you and that might be your first date with your future lover and even when she pretends to shun you, don’t worry, you have the preacher’s echo for your shield.
