I was at Adrian and Elaine’s wedding. All the guests were in the street as the bride and groom were getting into the car. There was a lot of noise since most of the guests were laughing and talking aloud. I, like most of the other guests at the wedding, was pretty drunk. I was holding a “kopp tal-offerti” – a small red velvet sack hanging at the end of a wooden stick. This was the same one used by the local vicar to collect donations from the people attending mass at the church of Mġarr.
I was staggering around with this sack asking people to donate money. Some of them played along with my stupid game by donating a few cents. As I was going around the guests collecting their donations I was singing the church hymn that is usually sung at the end of mass at the church of Mġarr. I believe that the hymn is called “Infaħħru lil Marija” (Praise Be To Mary) and the lyrics go something like this:
"Infaħħru lil Marija,
Omm t'Alla u tal-bnedmin.
Ngħannulha l-isbaħ għanja,
Bil-ferħ ta' qlub safjin.
Marija omm ħanina
Minn qalbna nitolbuk.
Għallimna dejjem iżjed
Ta' uliedek inħobbuk."
I was going around the different groups of people, sometimes putting my arms around the shoulders of one of the guests in the groups, inviting them to sing along. Most of the ones who sang along with me were the ones who were as drunk as I was.
the endI was staggering around with this sack asking people to donate money. Some of them played along with my stupid game by donating a few cents. As I was going around the guests collecting their donations I was singing the church hymn that is usually sung at the end of mass at the church of Mġarr. I believe that the hymn is called “Infaħħru lil Marija” (Praise Be To Mary) and the lyrics go something like this:
"Infaħħru lil Marija,
Omm t'Alla u tal-bnedmin.
Ngħannulha l-isbaħ għanja,
Bil-ferħ ta' qlub safjin.
Marija omm ħanina
Minn qalbna nitolbuk.
Għallimna dejjem iżjed
Ta' uliedek inħobbuk."
I was going around the different groups of people, sometimes putting my arms around the shoulders of one of the guests in the groups, inviting them to sing along. Most of the ones who sang along with me were the ones who were as drunk as I was.
Dreamt on the night of 03.03.2006
The night before:
Food: Rice with salmon, chilli & lemon.
Drink: Shiraz
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3 comments:
Well, this one doesn't sound too surreal. In fact, it sounds like my normal behaviour at an average wedding, although I admit that I wouldn't have known the lyrics to that hymn. Actually, does a hymn have lyrics? Somehow that doesn't sound right. Anyway, dream on.
Hey mate! :)
Cyberdigger: well, a hymn does have words and words in a song are known as lyrics ...
Adrian and Elaine are good friends of mine who are going to get married in May. I used to play in the same band with Adrian whom I've known since I was very little. He's the first person with whom I served mass as an altar boy in Mgarr (many many years ago) ... he taught me all the "tricks of the trade".
Maybe the dream is trying to tie "Adrian the altar boy" with "Adrian the married man" together by introducing elements of mass in his wedding.
Or maybe it's just a warning of things to come if I get pissed at his wedding.
And hello there Mr Imzebbel. Missing the British Isles?
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