After the big service today, there was a lot of consecrated wine and hosts left. Fr. Rich knows I am obsessed with the host and chalice so he invited me to join him in going to the altar to drink and eat what remained.
Really? I said. Are you sure it's ok?
It was sweet wine. Heady and thick. I knocked back half a glassful in a big single gulp and then ate two of the little round crackers.
I took another big sip from a pottery chalice when it was offered to me.
Be careful, one of the several priests said. It is 18% alcohol.
It's ok, I thought.
I am already drunk on him.