Things that I like about World Youth Day:
- Driving down George St last night, there was a group of pilgrims sitting down outside a bar (I know, right? Shouldn’t they be outside Gloria Jeans?) singing a really loud and precocious happy birthday ditty to one of their brethren. It was enthusiastic and loud and hilarious, they were stomping around and waving their arms like the rapture had come, and people were coming out of their restaurants and souvenir shops and XXX adult only shops to gawk and smile and scuttle away when they had eye contact foistered upon them by enthused sandalled Germans.
- The fact that you can spot an otherwise not so obvious religo by the great garish lanyard they have to wear. I haven’t got close enough to a pilgrim yet (GIVE. ME. TIME) to see what’s written on it, but it looks like an entire registration document with name, D.O.B, favourite saint, stance on gay marriage (a sliding scale of possible stances including Opposed, Dead-Set Against, or We’re Enacting Civil War Against California).
- I just freaking love South American people and they are EVERYWHERE.
Things that I don’t like about World Youth Day:
- Stupid people like me who don’t read the guide to the festival and decide to drive to the Art Gallery on Tuesday night.
- That person who probably died in an ambulance stuck behind streams of traffic on Elizabeth St.
But otherwise TOTALLY COOL WORLD YOUTH DAY YEAH SUCK IT UP NON-BELIEVERS, WE CAN BE HAPPY AND COOL AND STILL LOVE GOD, I DON’T CARE IF YOU SAY IT MAKES US LAME AND VULNERABLE TO TEEN PREGNANCY AND STDS, WOOOO!
