On Friday [30 December, 2016] we went to a nearby couple's house for lunch to
celebrate New Year's Eve. We were with the office elders, the Mahaffeys (one of
the office couples) and the sisters. It was very nice. We ate some good food
and had some good desserts.
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“The infamous meal”
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Then the sparkling cider came out. The wife passed a bottle down to the missionary table. I still had water in my glass so I didn't take any, but Elder Masters did. After drinking he said, “This is weird. It tastes like rubbing alcohol.” Then Elder Johnson, who'd drunk half of his glass, whispered to me. “Oh my gosh there's alcohol in there!” We looked at the bottle and indeed there was. “I have to drink the rest of it to be polite!” Elder Johnson is very funny.
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“The infamous bottle”
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The news quickly spread around the missionary half of the table. Elder Mahaffey didn't believe us. Then the hostess poured herself a glass and took a sip. “C’est fort!” she said. She looked at the bottle and gasped. She felt so bad. She said that the bottle had been in the nonalcoholic section and that she hadn't looked closely enough. Well, happy New Year, everyone! Too bad I didn't get any.
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On Sunday there were about thirty people at church and we were the first missionaries there. A member of the bishopric asked us where the others where and if they'd drank too much on New Year's Eve. “Ha ha,” we said. The husband whose house we'd been at just started laughing. Our little secret.
