I went to class. There was no regular tea, and I'd left my stash at home, so I was stuck drinking something with açai in it. Warned everyone that if I died they shouldn't drink the açai tea--used the wrong verb ("take death" instead of "find death"), but got the point across. Wished everyone a Happy SS Cyril and Methodius Day, which lead to an interesting discussion about relics and the Cyrillic alphabet. Adorably nervous undergraduate gave a presentation about the differences between Texas and NYC, and did well with it. I tried not to think about whether I should do something about the silver at my temples.
Came back on the train, had supper with my parents and aunt at one of the better diners in Fairfield County.
I wish I'd ever figured out what to do to actually observe the feast.
I once wrote characters who celebrated with Mass in the morning, dinner at a Russian restaurant, a concert by a Slavic women's chorus, and eating Cyrillic letter-shaped chocolates* before bed, but I have to confess I've never done anything at all for it. I mostly use it as a (hopefully) less whingy version of Singles Awareness Day, since I've had no cause to celebrate St. Valentine's Day for years now.
*I realise this should probably be Glagolitic, but somehow that just hasn't the same ring to it.
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I went to class. There was no regular tea, and I'd left my stash at home, so I was stuck drinking something with açai in it. Warned everyone that if I died they shouldn't drink the açai tea--used the wrong verb ("take death" instead of "find death"), but got the point across. Wished everyone a Happy SS Cyril and Methodius Day, which lead to an interesting discussion about relics and the Cyrillic alphabet. Adorably nervous undergraduate gave a presentation about the differences between Texas and NYC, and did well with it. I tried not to think about whether I should do something about the silver at my temples.
Came back on the train, had supper with my parents and aunt at one of the better diners in Fairfield County.
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I once wrote characters who celebrated with Mass in the morning, dinner at a Russian restaurant, a concert by a Slavic women's chorus, and eating Cyrillic letter-shaped chocolates* before bed, but I have to confess I've never done anything at all for it. I mostly use it as a (hopefully) less whingy version of Singles Awareness Day, since I've had no cause to celebrate St. Valentine's Day for years now.
*I realise this should probably be Glagolitic, but somehow that just hasn't the same ring to it.