Good Friday
insert dream/recollection sequence fade
It started out questionably...actually, it almost didn't even start at all due to lack of
a location. We were supposed to get a house with Xerxes, and that would have been cutting it close
with the party date, but that fell through anyways. Soon after, though, Doug volunteered his house
for the shindig...but lack of communication knocked that possiblity clear off the wall. Eventually, Xerxes ventured the notion of
using the club house at his apartment complex...not too shabby, we decided, and we moved onto party preparations...
With location, date and time in hand the task of making fliers/invites was tackled, and the
final product won acclaim from their recipients (not unlike last years). And then the clouds rolled in (yes, that's a metaphore...
and a cliched metaphore at that)...
News arrived that to hold the Soiree in the club house would mean: no alcohol (expected and prepared for), no smoking (expected and prepared for)...$200 deposit (JESUS CHRIST! NOT! expected! NOT prepared for!). We
firgured there would be a deposit, but not so severe. We did not feel comfortable putting down that much money when dealing with drunken fools (just because the stated
rules included "No Alcohol" didn't mean there'd be no alcohol), but that turned out to be of little consequence. Suzyn
, the Ecclectic Pagan Kitchen Witch, volunteered to kick her family out of the house for the night so that we could have a place to celebrate the day of the Hippy-Stick!
The location was finally solid, most of the fliers were distributed and Anita's rosaries were ready to be given out! We even had a Body and Blood of Christ idea (Tostidos and Jesus Juice: secret recipe!). Anita's cousin,
Glenna even flew out from San Francisco in order to attend. And still, them clouds kept comin' (still and metaphore...still cliched).
The night finally arrived and we were late for our own damn party...we spent way too much time geting other business taken care of as well as going to the store
for the booze and communion substitute. When we got to Suzyn's it was a mad rush to get everything ready..Summer and Jason showed up on time (imagine that! Somebody showing up on time for a party) and helped out
with the decorating. Then not too long later others started to arrive, including a bunch of guys who weren't even invited...friends of K.Z.. One of the drunken bastards could not find a seat and sat on the cage
that held Suzyn's chihuahua, Dobi. The cage had a small pile of blankets on top so it wasn't really recognizable as a cage, but when he sat down and it sank in, the squealing from within was enough to break the illusion. But
Dobi survived with no injuries, and Suzyn didn't have to kill the dog-squater.
Alright, the bottom-line is this party was a lot of fun despite drawbacks and problems..it was nowhere near the first Good Friday, but it was a lot of fun. Jesus didn't make an
appearance, but we did get to watch K.Z. suck his own bottle...and this year we have photos!