I predict a sterner warning this year not to touch the crackers.
As a regular Christian, I find it very difficult to endure the service, where the emblems are passed but not shared. Like I am in a dining room with ghosts. Poor hubby strains the gnat trying to get me to say something positive about the experience he can share with the brothers and sisters. They still hold out hope, you know, that the experience will bring me to my senses. The last time he asked, I told him the flower arrangement was nice. Deflated, he begged for something more. I replied, "It was the same as last year."
It's always the freakin' same! Do they think that night is some sort of magic talisman or something? On the other hand, it is my best opportunity to observe the prodigal children of current members. You can always spot the girls. They will be in minis or goth.