All posts tagged: Eucharist

Easter (and the Eucharist) at The Olive Garden

I was afraid I wouldn’t have anything to write about today—what with having the spent the past week in the middle of nowhere and all—but then I remembered that today is Easter and in the Richter household, Easter means Easter-eve dinner at The Olive Garden- con Los Abuelos. For those of you who remember my grandmother from my day off, a Japanese Christmas and the Flower Show wine tasting, it should come as no surprise that our meal began with a toast to the, er…. Blood of Christ. And no, that’s not lemonade you see there.  That’s my brother having to be all non-conformist and ordering himself a frozen limoncello. Turns out the frozen limoncello was actually pretty good (seeing as it was Easter and all, I convinced my brother to the pass the cup.  I also convinced my grandmother to order as stawberry limoncello martini.) Being the dutiful granddaughter that I am, I made sure to drink most of my grandmother’s martini myself.  (We wouldn’t a repeat of last year’s trip to the Flower …

Biological Warfare

Last night, I ate an entire serving of Spanish rice from its microwavable envelope, in bed, whilst wearing pjs at the wild and crazy hour of 8:30pm.  Why?  Because I kissed Date #9 on Sunday, that’s why. Let’s talk about kissing, shall we?  I think part of the reason I’ve taken my three month Match.com subscription so seriously is because I’m making up for lost time.  I was seventeen before I had my first kiss, and whenever I tell people this, they seem rather shocked.  I guess this is because my current project would suggest that I have always been this fabulous but nothing could be further from the truth. My first kiss took place at Not Back to School Camp, the annual end-of-summer retreat for homeschoolers, unschoolers and other self-proclaimed high school “rise outs.”  Having recently celebrated my 17th birthday, dyed my hair black and decided to spend my would-be senior year taking classes at the community college while teaching dance to save for my first solo-backpacking trip through Europe, I was feeling pretty …