Christos Anesti
First off, Happy Easter to all the Catholics, Protestants, Mormons and Anglicans out there! This post is really nothing other than a chronicle of the most bizarre, fantastic Easter I've ever spent. Go figure it was my first one at college.
So, first off, Kitty and I are the only two religious people in our circle of friends, a Catholic and a Protestant, respectively. We made a ton of plans for what she calls "Holy Week" and what I call "that one week leading up to Easter where I go to church fifteen times.": these consisted of mass on Thursday, Friday, going to Easter Vigil on Saturday night and then two masses on Sunday with the added bonus of helping out at a soup kitchen. (While I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Protestant, I like celebrating Easter much more at a Catholic church than at one of my own. The ceremony is lovely.)
Rather a full schedule, sure, but we figured it would be fun and pretty easy.
It wasn't.
Through a long, convoluted series of events, we lost the person we'd been relying on for rides and were thus stranded with only our own ingenuity and my planning skills. Needless to say, things went downhill from there.
We did manage to make it to mass on Thursday and Friday...And then I guess I got overconfident. I completely spaced on Vigil, and so we ended up having DIY church service in my room. It was odd. (And, if there was any doubt, I'm most certainly not ever being called to the cloth, given the giggles that would erupt whenever I tried to read the selected passages. Religious fail, Emily.)
In lieu of Vigil, we ended up on my bed, eating Ramen and plundering our Easter baskets (courtesy of Kitty's parents), while watching an X-Files/Friends marathon. We were up until 3:30. We left for early morning mass at 5:30. Two hours of sleep? I think so.
Morning service was inside, considering it snowed last night. It finished at 7:00, so we went back to my room, curled up on my bed, and fell asleep.
We slept through the second mass, and our volunteer time at the soup kitchen. I finally rolled onto the floor and shook her awake at freaking one o'clock. Yes. So that was that. She felt awful. I felt...secretly relieved, actually, because I have a shit-ton of Italian homework to do. Does that make me a bad person? Possibly. Do I care? Meh.
Oh, and before we get to the pic spam, I must say that this is my first Easter I've ever eaten candy or gotten an Easter basket. I was raised in a very strict Protestant family, so eggs and rabbits and chocolate were totally unacceptable. Apparently they were pagan. Hell, in the eighteen years of my life, I've celebrated Halloween the grand total of never. Yeah. And I don't mind, because the candy's really not what's important, right? But anyway, Kitty's parents heard about my goodie-less plight, and sent me along an entire basket, complete with a jellybeans and an adorable little cross necklace. I have pictures.
Yeah, I know I lose points for that hideous cashmere sweater, but I dare you to find any more comfortable pajamas.
We also dyed eggs. My hands are stained in, like, five different colors.
Apparently, when the dying is done, you save the paper towel that you used to dab all your eggs. Maybe you read it. Like tea leaves or something.
Here's the cross that came in my basket. It was only when posting this that I realized the irony of taking a photograph of it resting on top of my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces.
Oh, and this morning Kitty made angel food cake.
I hope you all had a weekend half as fantastic as mine was! ♥
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So, first off, Kitty and I are the only two religious people in our circle of friends, a Catholic and a Protestant, respectively. We made a ton of plans for what she calls "Holy Week" and what I call "that one week leading up to Easter where I go to church fifteen times.": these consisted of mass on Thursday, Friday, going to Easter Vigil on Saturday night and then two masses on Sunday with the added bonus of helping out at a soup kitchen. (While I'm a dyed-in-the-wool Protestant, I like celebrating Easter much more at a Catholic church than at one of my own. The ceremony is lovely.)
Rather a full schedule, sure, but we figured it would be fun and pretty easy.
It wasn't.
Through a long, convoluted series of events, we lost the person we'd been relying on for rides and were thus stranded with only our own ingenuity and my planning skills. Needless to say, things went downhill from there.
We did manage to make it to mass on Thursday and Friday...And then I guess I got overconfident. I completely spaced on Vigil, and so we ended up having DIY church service in my room. It was odd. (And, if there was any doubt, I'm most certainly not ever being called to the cloth, given the giggles that would erupt whenever I tried to read the selected passages. Religious fail, Emily.)
In lieu of Vigil, we ended up on my bed, eating Ramen and plundering our Easter baskets (courtesy of Kitty's parents), while watching an X-Files/Friends marathon. We were up until 3:30. We left for early morning mass at 5:30. Two hours of sleep? I think so.
Morning service was inside, considering it snowed last night. It finished at 7:00, so we went back to my room, curled up on my bed, and fell asleep.
We slept through the second mass, and our volunteer time at the soup kitchen. I finally rolled onto the floor and shook her awake at freaking one o'clock. Yes. So that was that. She felt awful. I felt...secretly relieved, actually, because I have a shit-ton of Italian homework to do. Does that make me a bad person? Possibly. Do I care? Meh.
Oh, and before we get to the pic spam, I must say that this is my first Easter I've ever eaten candy or gotten an Easter basket. I was raised in a very strict Protestant family, so eggs and rabbits and chocolate were totally unacceptable. Apparently they were pagan. Hell, in the eighteen years of my life, I've celebrated Halloween the grand total of never. Yeah. And I don't mind, because the candy's really not what's important, right? But anyway, Kitty's parents heard about my goodie-less plight, and sent me along an entire basket, complete with a jellybeans and an adorable little cross necklace. I have pictures.
Yeah, I know I lose points for that hideous cashmere sweater, but I dare you to find any more comfortable pajamas.
We also dyed eggs. My hands are stained in, like, five different colors.
Apparently, when the dying is done, you save the paper towel that you used to dab all your eggs. Maybe you read it. Like tea leaves or something.
Here's the cross that came in my basket. It was only when posting this that I realized the irony of taking a photograph of it resting on top of my copy of A Confederacy of Dunces.
Oh, and this morning Kitty made angel food cake.
I hope you all had a weekend half as fantastic as mine was! ♥
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