Today I fucking met the Cardinal Archbishop of fucking Westminster. Cardinal Cormac Murphy-O'Connor
What was I doing at the time? Listening to "Deleted Scenes of a Snuff Princess" by Cradle of Filth in the halls of the Australian Catholic Uni. Heh. Oops. And I ran into him. Like right smack dab into him. And I was like (NOT OUT LOUD) "Holy shite it's a priest!" Because he wasn't dressed all...in red or anything. (My theology professor said he was dressed as a Collingwood Supporter. Oh hah hah) And then someone was like "Lara, that's the Cardinal Archbishop of Westminster" and I said and I FUCKING QUOTE:
"Oh! I'm sorry I ran into you....uhm...I'm not catholic so I don't know what to call you!" Meanwhile my theology professor snorted and the cardinal was nice enough to give me a kind look, pat silly little me on my shoulder and say "It's 'your eminence'" meanwhile I am thinking in my brains, "I want to call you Cardy. You are not my eminent anything." But I didn't call him Cardy out loud. I am SUCH a spaz... Then he left and I had another conversation with my Peter-Brain which constisted of:
Me: ZOMG...A cardinal...that is so much cooler than a monk!!!!
Peter: HIDE ME!
Me: Peter, you're not a REAL ex-priest, he doesn't know you.
Peter: .....shut up.
Weirdest day at work ever.