Right now I am sitting on a train eating cold pineapple and ham pizza, listening to my best of 2008 mix: Kanye, theTingtings, Vampire Weekend, Eagles of Death Metal and others I soon will have to file away under “stuff I listened to when I was young.”
This train ride is a fitting end to my “Rumschpringhe.” The end being an unplanned trip to New York City for a vodka-infused-Scrabble-Wii-playing New Year’s Eve Party.
In my Rumschpringhe, I did like the Amish would do. Drank copious amounts of alcohol in all forms. Danced inappropriately in multiple venues. Slung drinks. Got outed at queer bar only to be reinstated as a hetero the next week. Convinced eighteen year-olds that the F-word was a perfectly valid adjective in describing chemical reactions. Participated in a bar brawl. Made out publicly and not so publicly with a leader of a moped gang (and by the way “moped” is not a typo.) Got in a drunken moped accident. Sliced my finger open with a piece of glass. Joined Facebook.
The real question is how do the Amish get reintroduced into society? How will I ease myself back into life of a job and responsibilities?
Until then I plan on springing an unexpected visit on my friends, drinking myself silly, gorging myself on Jamaican beef patties, and crashing on someone’s couch. As I said a perfect end to my Rumschpringhe.
2 comments:
I don't want your Rumschpringhe to end. I wanna join it too. Ha, ha, Sparks... if you are reading this, mine comment got saved. I (heart) you too, ET#1.
I recevied confirmation today that the vanished comment was an electron misfire of some sort, not part of a Sparks-cleansing effort.
So I can now repeat: awesome Rumschpringhe post, ET1.
My word verification prompt is "butriles." Indeed it does.
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