As Deborah and I awoke on a glorious American Father's Day, Deborah ask me if I would like to celebrate something a little more neutral, a little more Swiss. Intrigued I asked, "Deb, what is this new Swiss celebration I know not of?" After rappelling down from the ceiling and rolling three cigarettes with one hand, she replied "Kat, TODAY why it's Who's Your Daddy Day!" Throwing off my onesie, I vertically leaped 9 feet for JOY. "SWEET Eidgenossenschaft", I giggled.
After much fist bumping, Deborah began the festivities with the ceremonial application of body glitter and, of course, the making of Blingees. Once we had our cat suits on, we had a good laugh about me being in a 'Kat suit'. LOL indeed. "So first order of business is to find two octopuses ," Deborah said with a twinkle in her eye. (which later turned out to be body glitter that burned quite badly). "Why do we need octopuses?", I wondered. "You'll see," she exclaimed. I never did.
Finishing up a delicious meal at Friday's, a Swiss Favorite, and some riveting conversation on the Federal Charter of 1291, I began to think that all this rappelling gear was getting quite heavy. Having been voted "most likely to blindly follow a swiss person to her death" in high school, I shook it off and continued on with the celebrations.
I followed Deborah some 17 miles on foot to the great Cliffs of Cambridgeport and made my controlled descent into alcoholism, i mean the crowd. "What is this place?" I asked. "Silly American, it's the legendary and at times riotous 'Pit of Neutrality'", she giggled. "Oh Deborah, " I smiled, as she jammed a sausage into my mouth.
Fin.
Kathryn
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