Originally posted by Furly
I used to go to the "birthday dinner" every year with my grandpa. They didn't really want me to go because I have a vagina, but they let me because my
granpa paid his dues for many many years (I think it was 58 years) and refused to go unless I could. So ofcourse, I would excuse myself to use the can
and look around. They have this room with all these fancy velvet chairs in a circle, and a padded square bench sorta thing in the middle. pretty
fucked up. I have his old rules books around here somewhere, and also a couple tie clips, and other crap he had given to him over the years.
Being a Mason is mostly about making connections. It's a lot like the motorcycle clubs, for someone who wants to be a part of something, and can
afford there dues, I'm all for it. Friends that you pay for are always more reliable than the free ones. |