Holi Week...

...Pun intended. You'll get it if you keep reading. I'm going to write about Protestant traditions, Episcopal traditions, traditions that are "Christian" but not any particular denomination, Indian traditions, and Atheist traditions.

So, the day before Palm Sunday I had a meeting with my pastor and a few other people. I'm going to be getting involved in set and lighting design at my church, for lack of a better person. Palm Sunday was eventful in that we had a guest speaker come from a church in Paterson, and his face pretty much blended in with the black curtains behind him, which highlighted our need for stage lighting. Although, a lot of our speakers tend to be white... so stage lighting also means white people get washed out in the lights. Oh well.

The second week of work commenced, and I am slowly learning everything there is to know about every piece of merchandise in the place. Maundy Thursday I usually go to the Canterbury house before jujitsu for their foot-washing service, but because of work and spring break (no jujitsu) I had to pass on that tradition.

Then I had the first stress-free Good Friday I have had in years, and by stress-free I mean I was not practicing a dance or rehearsing lines for the Tenebrae service, because we weren't doing that this year. It was awesome.

On Saturday, Steve and I were in New Brunswick to celebrate Holi with Navin and Taylor.

Mmm yummy...


Holi is an Indian festival of colors.




Charlie Chaplin, or Navin?


People take bags of coloring, and chase each other around throwing the powder at each other.


The perfect use for my Espresso Bar shoes.


The result kind of resembles an Easter-egg-dye explosion.


On Sunday was Easter, which was good, and I saw my relatives, and ate lots of food. I discovered that as far as beverages were concerned I had to choose between soda with aspartame in it, or alcohol. I didn't know which one tasted worse but finally settled on a drink my cousin mixed for me. My brother chose the aspartame over the alcohol. It was about as exciting as hiding in the church bathroom and pointing the panic button out the window toward my mom's car.

And so, that concludes my week of multi-religion festivities. If I knew any Jewish people, I am sure I would be mentioning the coming Passover celebration, but I don't.