Tuesday, February 24, 2004
Phat Tuesday
It's Mardi Gras! Show me your titties! Ok, no, don't. Please. Stop.
Anyway, I was ready to get crazy at the Asian Dub Foundation/altermondialiste party with Carolin tonight, but alas she is really sick and I feel like someone whacked me in my sleep (I hurt all over!), so I will have to settle for going to see Cold Mountain. And I don't really mind this, as I am old now. I know, this sounds ridiculous, but really, there is a big difference between 20 and 24. I remember at age 20, my friend Julia and I had Phat Tuesday parties every Tuesday (which was usually wandering around Ithaca, using people for their weed and beer). But now, I can't even motivate myself for one night!
I think I like being older. I am finally growing into my brain. I just have to get used to the fact that a night of hardcore partying can, as Stéphane says, knock me down. But thinking farther ahead, I think I am going to make a kick ass old person. I am going to live on the beach somewhere beautiful (NOT FLORIDA) and my grandkids will laugh at my antiquated nose ring and ask me why anyone ever thought that was cool.
But back to Mardi Gras, can anyone tell me exactly what Ash Wednesday is? I know that it is the beginning of lent and I know that some people walk around like dorks with black stuff on their foreheads, but why??? What does this mean? Oh, how my deacon father and Sunday school teaching mother would be proud of me at this moment…
Anyway, I was ready to get crazy at the Asian Dub Foundation/altermondialiste party with Carolin tonight, but alas she is really sick and I feel like someone whacked me in my sleep (I hurt all over!), so I will have to settle for going to see Cold Mountain. And I don't really mind this, as I am old now. I know, this sounds ridiculous, but really, there is a big difference between 20 and 24. I remember at age 20, my friend Julia and I had Phat Tuesday parties every Tuesday (which was usually wandering around Ithaca, using people for their weed and beer). But now, I can't even motivate myself for one night!
I think I like being older. I am finally growing into my brain. I just have to get used to the fact that a night of hardcore partying can, as Stéphane says, knock me down. But thinking farther ahead, I think I am going to make a kick ass old person. I am going to live on the beach somewhere beautiful (NOT FLORIDA) and my grandkids will laugh at my antiquated nose ring and ask me why anyone ever thought that was cool.
But back to Mardi Gras, can anyone tell me exactly what Ash Wednesday is? I know that it is the beginning of lent and I know that some people walk around like dorks with black stuff on their foreheads, but why??? What does this mean? Oh, how my deacon father and Sunday school teaching mother would be proud of me at this moment…
