OMGS never drink with Catholic priests (or Icelandic people or my cousin Jaitra)

But seriously, don’t do it. I like to think I have a pretty firm grasp on what I can and cannot drink, where my limit is, but apparently Catholic priests are even sneakier about keeping your glass full than my cousin Jaitra. I’ve even perfected the art of drinking as slowly as possible, yet I still got no credit.

For the record, today ended on a high (if slightly intoxicated?) note, but you should know that I found out that I had accidentally run into a little political imbroglio here in Bertoua. One really ought to remember that there is one thing more hierarchical than normal Cameroonian society and that, my dear readers, is the Catholic Church. Don’t mess with it, even ignorantly.

For those of you coming here next year, I have some thoughts. Contact me. Seriously.

Also, I think I may be Grace’s favorite drunk dial ever. “I can’t come out tonight, my priests got me drunk.”

On the way back to my house, my priests and I listened to Boys II Men "I'll make love to you." It's hard for me to remember that this is real life sometimes.