Mota Boy
04-10-2005, 02:15 AM
I'm half-stained with paint and going to dinner soon at a country diner. I wonder if I'll frighten the plump, motherly waitresses.
Today our local SEAS (South-East Asian Society) had Holi, this bitchin' Indian holiday to wring in spring. Here's how it works - you throw paint at each other. That's it. It makes painting eggs and hiding them from your children sound as gay as... painting eggs and hiding them from your children. Plus, there is free pizza.
The holiday is also a great excuse for attractive girls to rub you and vice versa. It's fuckin' fun. Oh, and there are two hoses going and a ton of mud. And this year we had a jello slip-and-slide. I spend three hours throwing mud and paint at people and dodging it myself, then sliding down the slip-n-slide, then sliding in the mud, then throwing my friends into the mud, then rubbing paint in girls' hair while they wipe it on my face... then taking a break to get a Sprite and a slice of pineapple pizza, then dumping the Sprite on my friend's head and rubbing the remainder of the pizza onto his back... it's how you imagined that you would be living your adult life when you were in third grade.
And now something for the ladies... then I trekked back to my dorm and showered with my roomies to get it all off. Of course we were still wearing our soaked shorts as we futily scrubbed to get the red and pink and blue and green paint and brown mud off, but I'll let your imaginations run wild. Moral of the story - drink a bit of Pepto-Bismol and a lot of water after a long night of drinking and you shouldn't have a hangover in the morning. And be sure to go to a Holi celebration if there's one in town. Also be sure to say "Wait everybody. Hold on a minute, I lost a contact lens" when you're dancing to Jay-Z and Punjabi MC in the mud pit. That one kills.
Today our local SEAS (South-East Asian Society) had Holi, this bitchin' Indian holiday to wring in spring. Here's how it works - you throw paint at each other. That's it. It makes painting eggs and hiding them from your children sound as gay as... painting eggs and hiding them from your children. Plus, there is free pizza.
The holiday is also a great excuse for attractive girls to rub you and vice versa. It's fuckin' fun. Oh, and there are two hoses going and a ton of mud. And this year we had a jello slip-and-slide. I spend three hours throwing mud and paint at people and dodging it myself, then sliding down the slip-n-slide, then sliding in the mud, then throwing my friends into the mud, then rubbing paint in girls' hair while they wipe it on my face... then taking a break to get a Sprite and a slice of pineapple pizza, then dumping the Sprite on my friend's head and rubbing the remainder of the pizza onto his back... it's how you imagined that you would be living your adult life when you were in third grade.
And now something for the ladies... then I trekked back to my dorm and showered with my roomies to get it all off. Of course we were still wearing our soaked shorts as we futily scrubbed to get the red and pink and blue and green paint and brown mud off, but I'll let your imaginations run wild. Moral of the story - drink a bit of Pepto-Bismol and a lot of water after a long night of drinking and you shouldn't have a hangover in the morning. And be sure to go to a Holi celebration if there's one in town. Also be sure to say "Wait everybody. Hold on a minute, I lost a contact lens" when you're dancing to Jay-Z and Punjabi MC in the mud pit. That one kills.