Friday, April 10, 2009
I Don't Like Crowds, They Remind Me of Zombies.
Good Friday, also known as Holy Friday, Black Friday, or Great Friday, is a religious holiday commemorating the crucifixion of Jesus. Holy Friday I understand. Black Friday I understand. Good and Great Friday? Not so much. Seems like a pretty depressing Friday to me. Perhaps early Christians were just so glad it was the weekend that they decided Good Friday was appropriate. I would've gone with something like, "You're So Going to Regret This" Friday, or "We'll See Who's Laughing on Sunday" Friday.
And Sunday would not be Easter, it would be "Zombie Jesus Day."
On Good Friday my roommates and I tried to see the Stations of the Cross at the Colosseum but we got stuck in a crazy crowd. I was literally standing shoulder to shoulder with people, trying to jostle my way to the front of the line. Do you know how awkward it is to shove past an army of small nuns while attempting to see over a wall of people? I do. Shortly after cutting in front of the nuns both of my feet were run over by a stroller containing a cranky baby. It hurt, but I probably deserved it after the nun thing.
It really was wall to wall people, surrounding the Colosseum. We couldn't see anything. Luckily, there were loud speakers set up that let the crowd outside hear the ceremony going on...if they spoke Italian. Though it could possibly have been Latin. I'm not sure, because I don't really speak either of those languages.
So we failed at Good Friday and did not see the Pope. Good Friday was not good to us.
Oh well, I will see the Pope on Zombie Jesus Day. And there will be much rejoicing and eating of chocolate eggs.