Today marks the beginning of Lent! You know what that means — everyone is talking about what they are giving up. While I no longer partake in the tradition of getting ashes on my forehead to remind me of my sins (I’m pretty aware of them), it’s now my Lenten tradition to share my strong feelings about the whole “What are you giving up?” conversation by re-posting Smash Wednesday, one of my favorite posts of all time.
The post grew out of the stand-up comedy routine I did in my Catholic high school’s talent show — despite the fact that it was a pretty watered-down version with like, one, joke, it did not go over well. Post high school, I expanded on it through stand-up and it later evolved into a post that originally appeared on “The Spartanette,” my blog in college. Be sure to read the rest!
And, now, for what shall now be another Lenten tradition, I must share my favorite Mardi Gras story of all time!
Last year, on Fat Tuesday, I was sitting at my computer, probably blogging, G-chatting, or doing something else equally cool and exciting (rhymes with…”Smacehook”). My mom asked me sarcastically why I wasn’t out drinking and celebrating Mardi Gras. I didn’t say anything. I just gave her my best “Girls Gone Wild” squeal and flashed her.
I don’t think she was expecting that I wasn’t wearing a bra. The look on her face was priceless. We laughed and laughed and laughed. I’m still laughing just thinking about it.
Did you do anything for Mardis Gras? Pancakes? Paczkis? And do you partake in the Lenten tradition of giving something up? HOLLER.