Given that the rapture did not happen after all the other day, I suppose I should reconsider my plans for the weekend. All the looting and booty-shaking I was going to do is probably unwise at this point, especially since it is not a foregone conclusion that my soul is damned and that I am destined to walk aimlessly through a hellish world for all of eternity. Not yet, at least.
Back in North Carolina, where I grew up, we had Easter Monday to look forward to and the traditional N.C. State-Wake Forest game to help us digest the candied ham from the day before, which we were still belching up on Monday. In Massachusetts, the land of high taxes from which I recently escaped, we had Patriots Day on the day after Easter. It was dressed up to look like a commemoration of the battles in Lexington and Concord, but really it was an excuse to drink beer and not go to work.
What’s to do down here this weekend? Anything going on other than church and slow driving?
Barring the real rapture happening or the possibility that apes become our masters before the long weekend, what do you have planned?
This post appeared in its original form at DC Metblogs