Holy Day of Obligations away from your own parish can be an adventure.

Mass was weird last night. Rocky was feeling bad so we did not go to the 7:30 PM Mass but went to an earlier one at St. Anthony's in Falls Church. We sat down in our pew and four or five teen aged girls sat down behind us. One dropped something and cursed. She blasphemed. Right there in church. Right in front of the Blessed Sacrament. At first I thought I had heard wrong. Then Rocky looked at me and whispered, "Did she just blaspheme?" "Yeah," was all I said. I looked back at the girls and an usher came up and told them to move. Rocky remained upset for the rest of Mass and later told me that he wished he'd stood up and rebuked them. He did not go to Communion. I wish I had done more than glare at them.