Ascension Day

Ah, I remember the day the West celebrated it last year well. It was May 1st, my father's and Julie Selviege's birthday. Woke up in a chapel to the Vaud militia firing at the Targets. Aigle's police marching band going through the streets. I needed rescue so I hitchhiked to Lausanne where I met Vincent, and we proceeded to purchase a 3 l column of le Péché Originel (the Original Sin) at les Brasseurs. There we were interrupted from our continuous toasts of "Santé!" by police sirens as their quarantined an alley way off to contain the anarchist march celebrating the 40th anniversary of May of '68. After much deliberation, we decided to continue drinking our wonderful concoction and discuss pretentious historical events and philosophical concepts. Afterwards though, a goth near the cuckoo clock by the fountain who was ranting something ever so dramatically, was kind enough to inform us that the anarchist after bombing the McDonald's had all been rounded up minutes before. We did the obvious think and went to the train station and picked up wine and cheese to make some fondue over the stove top (both being too cheap to own a proper set). We drank ourselves in oblivion.

Yesterday though, is when the East celebrates this special day. Times have changed for me (though this years May 1st was a relapse). Yesterday, I helped a hitchhiker who had been couchsurfing on his way as he continued his journey. I've tried to live out some of my new morals with two other couchsurfers, who in the past I might of told off. I prayed for my friends. Yesterday was lived in hope, not the dreaded nihilism of my past, despite the tension with some of the realities I've brought upon myself. I've had these bizarre though responsible urges.

The night ended though with a return. I had planned to take our couchsurfer to hear John Fullbright. I pmed Jairus about a cover charge, and the result was the purchase of a bottle of Old Crow. I bought our guest a two beers, and proceeded after drinking jug wine to hammer that Old Crow. I could care less that I was in the presence that night of three beautiful women plus a few other friends and at another friends concert. I just thought of the alcohol. I ended up locking Jairus' keys in his car, which ended up not being a problem cause it took AAA which I had 15 minutes to get there, and we didn't even leave 'til 45 minutes after the show. I hit on the bar tender, who incidentally we know each other and the last time I saw her, she had been working on a Marx speech I had helped her with.

So the night ended with failure, but I feel hope. And that's a good thing. I woke up today at 7:30 with a hang over and less than 3 hours sleep. Helped a friend move to her new apartment only a few blocks away. Got what I deserved. Anyways, it was enjoyable and encouraging. It's always great to see the Spitler adults (unlike Megan) who I think bring out the more mature side of myself.

I was gonna write something theological, and I might later. But tomorrow is when the West celebrates Pentecost. I'll wait for when the East does in 9 days. But these events do have some significance beyond their impact on us.

P.S. UGA in the women's softball tournament in OKC, beat both Mizzou and Michigan today, getting them in the semi-finals. They also set the record for home runs. Going to both celebrate with them and Megan who just moved, and I'm going to see how not getting shit-faced works out. Despite the couchsurfers definitely being in the mood for celebration. We "might" go hear Big G (Garrett does blues) perform tonight at the jazz lab.