Camel Eaters
18-03-2005, 01:26
All over Camel Eaters the crowds were erupting with pride. Church services opened early with Catholics packed in alongside Monotheists in the honoring of the Patron Saint of Ireland and Camel Eaters.
After Mass men, women, and children piled from the churches to go home and celebrate in the oldest tradition. Men clapped their hands and undid their belts as the restrictions of Lent were allowed to be put aside for a few hours. Children served Irish bacon, cabbage, and fermented camel's milk to their parents.
Afterwards the over stuffed folk piled from their homes and a few men slinked off to the pub to drown the shamrock as it were. Folk just mingled in the streets mostly though. Mostly everyone was nice and happy. Schools were closed for the day and children showed off their well practiced piping abilities, knowledge of ancient tales, and many step dance groups formed on the street.
College students grabbed green and gold markers, wrote in ancient Ogham on massive sheets of white quilt and felt, and then went marching in the streets.
People joked and checked their watches stretching out on park grass. At 8:00 PM those who weren't sleeping out in a park or dancing to much to notice the time got up and swarmed towards their local churches once more.
Down in Cuba torches were lit in Nueve Tara, formerly known as Havanna, as torches were lit at every church across the nation. Men, women, and children marched down the streets in a great pilgrimage to the nearest holy site.
From Birmingham to Huntsville they marched to Second Cashel, from Montgomery to Mobile they went down to the Hills of Tara, Bahama sailed out to Innis Padraig, and every other town all over the Empire went to their holy spots as well. After prayer and some mild partying everyone went home.
The next day everyone got up and went to work or their local Keely center to clean out the alcohol. Everyone pretty much agreed it'd been a nice St. Patrick's Day. Though they'd see if they could top it next year...
OOC: I felt like it.
After Mass men, women, and children piled from the churches to go home and celebrate in the oldest tradition. Men clapped their hands and undid their belts as the restrictions of Lent were allowed to be put aside for a few hours. Children served Irish bacon, cabbage, and fermented camel's milk to their parents.
Afterwards the over stuffed folk piled from their homes and a few men slinked off to the pub to drown the shamrock as it were. Folk just mingled in the streets mostly though. Mostly everyone was nice and happy. Schools were closed for the day and children showed off their well practiced piping abilities, knowledge of ancient tales, and many step dance groups formed on the street.
College students grabbed green and gold markers, wrote in ancient Ogham on massive sheets of white quilt and felt, and then went marching in the streets.
People joked and checked their watches stretching out on park grass. At 8:00 PM those who weren't sleeping out in a park or dancing to much to notice the time got up and swarmed towards their local churches once more.
Down in Cuba torches were lit in Nueve Tara, formerly known as Havanna, as torches were lit at every church across the nation. Men, women, and children marched down the streets in a great pilgrimage to the nearest holy site.
From Birmingham to Huntsville they marched to Second Cashel, from Montgomery to Mobile they went down to the Hills of Tara, Bahama sailed out to Innis Padraig, and every other town all over the Empire went to their holy spots as well. After prayer and some mild partying everyone went home.
The next day everyone got up and went to work or their local Keely center to clean out the alcohol. Everyone pretty much agreed it'd been a nice St. Patrick's Day. Though they'd see if they could top it next year...
OOC: I felt like it.