"I looked to the stars, tried all of the bars, and I've finally gone up in smoke. Now my hand is on the wheel, of something that's real and I feel like I'm going home".
Wednesday, April 04, 2012
We Just Don't Pilgrimage Like We Used To
This Sunday is Easter. I almost forgot. I wish I was back in Rome to join the one million penitents on the pilgrimage from the Vatican to the Colosseum. It took two thousands years for Rome to fess up to Christian Hunger Games. I'd love to be there for the mass beneath the cross that overshadows the Emperor's box-seats.
Instead I'll be in Rome next month for the Olive Oil Festival.This Easter I'll still be here in Hooterville, along with my sweet tea, hollow chocolate bunnies and my peeps. The pilgrimage will take place as usual starting at the church parking lot and ending at the Chinese Buffet.
Daddy, you're so funny! You should try some Anglican services. Maundy Thursday and Good Friday get you nice and depressed for the weekend. Then you're so happy to see the Peeps on Sunday morning that it DOES feel like Easter :-)
3 comments:
Nice paradox, Babba.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gRdfX7ut8gw
...go for it!
Daddy, you're so funny! You should try some Anglican services. Maundy Thursday and Good Friday get you nice and depressed for the weekend. Then you're so happy to see the Peeps on Sunday morning that it DOES feel like Easter :-)
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