http://publicroad.wordpress.com/2012...nt-you-to-see/...But it was a decent spread, and cheap, and we happily loaded up our plates. I texted my husband that any religion with deviled eggs this good can’t be all bad.
...The first video showed us how to cure physical pain by reenacting the moment of injury and sort of hovering our hands over it or something. At another point, a boy becomes violently ill after eating some deviled eggs, which I took to be some sort of sign since I had just happily downed three Scientology-made deviled eggs and loved every bite. ...To be honest, I could’ve stayed all day, but my heightened powers of eye contact were telling me that E. wasn’t that into the idea of spending eight hours listening to aspiring actors teach us how to cure ourselves of food poisoning with the power of positive thinking. She’s kind of an oddball like that.
Anyway, that was that. This was by far the creepiest experience with religion I’ve ever had in my life. And did I mention I’ve been to a
basement museum devoted to nun dolls?