Good Friday Passions & Anniversaries

This imposing lady was the mother superior of Bab's School:

Sr. Lucille's Academy for [incorrigible] Gentlewomen (SLAG) whose mission it was to acquaint us intimately with the fire and brimstone of hell and guilt, whilst shaming the crap out of brat girls such as myself.

Truisms about Catholic school girls:
1.  If you tell them not to do something, and that it's a really bad sin, they're going to want to do it in spades i.e..sex drugs and rock and roll.

Two infamous harridan alumna of SLAG.  Madonna (l.), Lady GaGa (r.)

2.  Sr. Lucille and her cohort of penquins were constantly recruiting the girls of SLAG into becoming the "Brides of Christ" (i.e. slaves).  Most of of us SLAG-sters would've seriously considered becoming Jesus' mistress or girlfriend, because he was sensitive and had a six pac set of abs to die for.

Jesus channelled that alienated hippy vibe that we totally dug back in the day.  You could imagine Jesus pulling up to your parents house in his truck, and going on the road with him. "Bye, bye mom and dad, Jesus and I are getting out of this f**** town to live the rock n roll lifestyle and become rich and famous."   

A shout out on this Good Friday to my Hebe ex husband Fang. Hey Fang, do you remember what we did 6 years ago today douchebag?

Let me remind you, cheap ass entry in the Dikkiipedia -- you wouldn't fork out the coin for a cab, so we took a bicycle rickshaw to Cafe Daniel in NYC for our wedding dinner.

Posh-- Cafe Daniel!

Sr. Lucille would've self mortified herself with a cat o' nine tails had she lived to know her most incorrigble protoge, Babs, and her honeymooning future ex husband Fang, were summarily escorted by a jack booted cadre of Roman Guards out of the Vatican itself.

Granted I was dressed totally inappropriately, but who knew that wearing daisy dukes and a Guns N Roses halter sans bra would be frowned upon?

Fang and Babs were just confused Americans on a Eurail Pass funded by Fang's rich parents.  We thought... "this is Friday-- it must be Amsterdam in a heat wave."

And, I will admit Fang was so stoned-- he just oozed insousciant Jesus-killing, rich American Hebrew-- from the tip of his uber prominent probocis, to his insistence that I pose for a whacky picture with devil horns at the site of St. Peter's upside down crucifixtion.

Oh Fang, we had some great times.  Happy anniversary, BITCH.