Instead, we heard loud music, found a tent with smoke billowing out of it and dressed up drunks spilling everywhere. And so started off our introduction to Carnival Week in Germany, a pretty big deal and widely celebrated in this über Catholic region we're inhabiting. I'm so proud of myself for using the word über. Looks like my German lessons are paying off.
The circus was equal parts entertaining and sad. The acrobats were great, as well as the contortionists. They were the most handsome of the troupe and I couldn't help but think of all the weird circus sex they must get on the road. Seriously, they're contortionists.
The animals, on the other hand, were uncomfortable to watch. I remember as a child going to the circus once, and then never again. I think it was around that time that my Mom joined the World Wildlife Foundation and Greenpeace and Amnesty for the Misunderstood Cat Ladies of the World. I'm not sure if the first two are correct, actually. Anyway, yesterday Claudia whipped one of her toy puppies with a belt because she was playing "circus", which was equally uncomfortable to watch. They can wait until they have their own kids to go again.
My Babcia always made Polish Pancakes (which are pretty much crepes) stuffed with homemade strawberry jam, so I did the same. I wasn't counting on the kids actually eating dinner that night, and in hindsight I should have made much more for it to be a true Fat Tuesday.
Happy Pretend Your Co-Workers Don't Look Creepy When They Come Back From Lunch With Black Shit Smeared Across Their Foreheads Day!!!!
So now we're into Lent and this city has shut down. Shirts are buttoned up again, people have stopped smiling at strangers, and there are no more sausages being thrown around. I think you're supposed to stop eating yummy food or something? (I had two slices of birthday cake for dinner tonight, btw.) Or are you supposed to stop having vices? I know someone who gives up sex. But she's almost 90 and her husband is dead. Which makes her really good at keeping her word. I'm glad I'm just a lapsed Catholic who is clearly just in it for the pancakes.