And I said praise the Lord...

The sun was shinning bright on downtown Harlem this morning. Perfect weather to get my Jesus on. That's right kiddies, I went to church. Luckily, heathen that I am, I did not burst into flames upon crossing the threshold. 

Apparently today is the first day of super special Jesus week. They gave me Palm leaves. Anyone know what I'm meant to do with them? Anyone? Hannah?

It felt a little disrespectful to take photos inside a church so i can't share with you the fabulous piece of juxtaposition that greeted me in the entrance hall. You will have to use your imaginations. Picture this my darlings, the exiting crowd of a joyous and packed Harlem church surrounding a framed picture of the white wrinkly creep-ster face of the pope. 

It was such a beautiful day that I wanted to go visit that giant green bitch but by the time i meandered to the ferry the last one for the day was leaving. I did finally brave a hot dog though.  

I'm not going to talk about the World Trade Center (sorry, soon-to-be Freedom Tower) as it made me angry. Maybe I just needed that hot dog. I do get testy when I'm hungry.