For once in my lifetime, I actually enjoyed the memorial this year. I would attribute the enjoyment to the "altered state" of mind that I was in while standing in the back of the hall. I stood there and let my mind wander, and I burst out laughing on several occasions in response to the following thoughts:
1. The memorial is the only holiday celebrated by the JWS. They pass around the "emblems" but virtually no one is supposed to drink the wine or eat the crackers. The thrill, or joy associated with this event is the act of passing the crackers to the next person, or passing the wine to the next person. The elder who gave the talk acted like it was such a thrill to do that. I want whatever drug is used by the JWs to make passing crackers and wine to the next guy such an enjoyable experience.
2. Are these people as blind as they appear?
3. The elder that said, "we're looking forward to seeing you again here soon." I responded: "I'm confident that you'll be seeing me here next year, at about the same time and for the same event. Until then, it's way to soon for you to see me again."
3. The single mom "sister" who kept walking back and forth to the bathroom, so she could strut her stuff in front of me and act flirty (winks, smiles, etc.);
4. The "brother" who appeared to be wearing his polyester pants backwards;
5. The suit worn by the brother who gave the talk, and his voice was pretty funny too.
6. The little girl with her hands covering her ears as if she didn't want to hear the talk. I loved that kid!!!!
OK, I was a bit tipsy, but I had the best memorial experience I've ever had! I laughed so hard that I had to exit the hall several times to avoid making a scene.
