A lot of things come to mind when drinking. Which is why I think Friday nights are so inspiring to me blog-wise.
DMC and I are currently drinking beer and singing karaoke. Alone. Freaky, I know. Right now he's singing "The More You Ignore Me" by Morrissey - a personal favorite of PWTS. I just sang "King Herod's Song" from Jesus Christ Superstar.
We have a whole JCS Karaoke disk. Generally, we've discovered that people are not entertained by a performance of the whole disc - even if you use props of available bread and wine.
I started playing the Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack today. It's a personal Lenten tradition of mine. I've blogged of this previously. While I'm not a very religious person, every year I start listening to Jesus Christ Superstar during Lent. I listen to it almost exclusively during the Lenten season and this tradition culminates with the All Day Good Friday Drink Fest. I drink a lot on Good Friday. It's my tradition.
When I was growing up, the grandfather of a good friend of mine used to give the special Good Friday sermon at my Lutheran church. The grandfather was a good preacher - he had Fire and Brimstone potential. It was my favorite service of the entire church year. Easter Sunday with its Lilies and Pancake Breakfast seemed like a cheap let-down after the morbid, somber, Good Friday service.
Anyway, I haven't gone to church on Good Friday since my friend's grandfather died. It's just not the same so I had to come up with my own tradition. Thus, the JCS. Then PTWS moved in with me. That started the Good Friday drinking. I loved walking home from work early on a Good Friday to find PWTS sitting on my porch with a cold beer waiting. The first warm sunny day of spring. Now I look forward to it every year. I'm always disappointed to find that PWTS and his lovely wife aren't sitting on my stoop waiting for me but, I get drunk just the same.
This year will be interesting because we're also going to have Spring Break in there. Being a first year Grad Student, I haven't had Spring Break in 15 years. This year I plan to run around the house shirtless for the entire week. There may be photos involved. If any look good, I may post them on the blog. I don't think there are too many people left who haven't either seen my breasts in person or in a photo (unexpectedly developed with their wedding photos or child's birthday pictures) but still. It's SPRING BREAK. WHOO HOO. Boobies for all. That's the point, right?
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I'm afraid we're both Goths at heart--Good Friday was my favorite, too--a three-hour service, everything covered in black, lots of weeping and wailing, although I liked Christmas too--all of the candles throughout the church lit, -20 temperatures at midnight, and my great-aunt's cheese waiting for us when we got home at 2 or 3 in the morning.
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