Early Easter Sunday morning, I went on a bike ride along the beaches. Upon my return to Venice (California), I decided to go to church. After all, it's Easter. I believe in God and prayer, so why not?
I took my little fixed gear to the nearest church. Locked it up and walked among the well dressed and religious. In the midst of the pastels and dress shoes, I sat there in jeans and a t-shirt. A little boy stared at me the whole mass. It was obvious that I wasn't a regular and that everyone knew.
Nonetheless, I paid attention to the priest, whose sermon was like that of a stand-up comedian. Cracking jokes about other religions and Catholicism. Not only that, he didn't require us to recite entire prayers but simply to say "I do" after he read them. How unconventional!
It surprised me that even if this church was slightly unconventional in one of the most liberal and "weird" neighborhoods in all of Los Angeles, I was still an odd girl out. I biked away wondering if I should go back. Maybe.