I know I haven’t blogged very faithfully lately (perhaps a better word would be “faithlessly?”) and I don’t have an excuse for that. I do, however, have an excuse for continued unfaithfulness for the next couple of weeks.
I’ll be leaving this
for this
The only question that remains is whether I will be bronzed or burned when I return.
– the chaplain
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Spanish Inquisitor
March 23, 2011 at 5:04 pm
…and where.
Ric
March 23, 2011 at 5:39 pm
Damn, Chappie, I think you made a mistake. That looks like Hell, all hot and orangey.
the chaplain
March 23, 2011 at 5:47 pm
SI:
You’re a lawyer, so you’ll understand when I plead the fifth.
Ric:
If the May 21, 2011 doomsday predictions are right, I’ll have a slight head start on getting acclimated.
Ric
March 23, 2011 at 5:59 pm
Well I guess I won’t bother paying off my credit card and stuff.
John Evo
March 23, 2011 at 6:02 pm
A donde en el caribe?
the chaplain
March 23, 2011 at 6:31 pm
Ric:
That’s the spirit!
Evo:
Jamaica, mon. Negril.
desertscope
March 23, 2011 at 8:19 pm
You live at the Jefferson Memorial? The crowds must be murder.
the chaplain
March 23, 2011 at 8:43 pm
Morning lineups at the bathroom are hell.
Lorena
March 24, 2011 at 1:56 pm
LOL! At least a cleaning crew cleans the house, and you have security.
Moe
March 24, 2011 at 8:22 pm
You’ll probably go and have a good time and everything – but you’ll pay, you’ll pay.
Ahab
March 26, 2011 at 10:23 pm
Bring along sunscreen, dude! Sunburns and subsequent peeling are very unpleasant.
quantum_flux
March 29, 2011 at 12:16 am
hahaha, bronzed or burned
Sarge
March 30, 2011 at 7:36 am
Des, I used to live about a ten minute walk from it…if I walked fast.
I think one of the worst jobs in the world would be trying to predict the weather for the Cherry Blossom Festival.
I’ve marched in many a Cherry Blossom Parade, and there have been times of hellish heat and others of sleet making you keep your eyes closed, cold stinging your face and appendages,
One year there was a horrendous wind which blew continously, and I played sousaphone…we had a whole rank.
Staying in step was sort of optional, the instruments seemed to be trying to play us, the way the wind was blowing down the bells, and we were all leaning into the wind to compensate.
We walked into the lee side of a building, and the wind stopped abruptly, and our whole rank falls with a crash.
It only took us about ten seconds of thrashing around on the street to get back up and get in place. The spectators seemed to find it risible.