The Southern Expedition continues into its fourth month. 2009, as previously reported, is the Year of 13ths. The number 13 continues to manifest itself in reality tv shows, Taylor Swift interviews, and holidays. Yes, the seasons come and go, holidays flitting by, accompanied by calls and cards from afar. With Easter’s passing, we have to address the following two issues:
We are not alone. These are the questions that everyone has on their minds these days. The answers, however, are, respectively, simple:
Why?
We can’t go to the Broadway Market, per tradition, because we aren’t in our beloved Buffalo, NY, and there doesn’t appear to be an Atlanta equivalent. There aren’t good pierogis, and don’t get us started on vegetarian kielbasa. And, while we can now fire off water guns to our hearts’ content without risk of frostbite, we can’t find a pussy willow to save our dyngus.
Tsk, Southerners. They’ve got Mardi Gras with its numerous floats and baubles wired, but ask them to find you a pussy willow and its all uncomfortable stares and “I reckon”in’.
No matter. It’s the spirit, not the location. Wherever you may be, celebrate! If you’re in Buffalo, you can celebrate a little bit more easily. To really feel the Dyngus experience: put on traditional Polish costumes, a few tunes, maybe watch a (homemade) video, seal it with a kiss, and then a adult beverage. Or two.
If you drink enough, you will also learn some important truths. For example, check out this page: http://www.vatican.va/holy_father/john_paul_ii/. How many fingers do you see? Just about eight? After that third Tyskie, come back and check out the classic story of the Eight-Fingered Pontiff. The truth may surprise you!
Until then, say it loud and proud on this April 13th Dyngus Day: Mój poduszkowiec jest pełen węgorzy!
If someone says “Spierdalaj dupek!”, why, you’ve made a new friend!
Nie pije całe piwo!