Last night I had the oddest experience with a couple of Catholic female friends of mine. A late night burrito turned into an hour of sermons. Instead of journeying to my own Heaven (Burrito Boy, gotta try the carne asada wet burrito) I was instead manipulated into going to an evening mass. Hungry and pissed, I managed to contain my anger. The milieu was typical of a Latino mass: children running around, people singing hymns, and 2 angry comrades (well not entirely typical) hungry and angry at the females who seem to believe it is their duty to save them.
Note to self: next time tell party you will meet them wherever they plan to meet, be suspicious about late night dinners, there are a lot of Mexicans in Eugene, wear a Mexican wedding shirt in lieu of a Che Guevara t-shirt.