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Monday, July 14, 2008
Bastille Day is the French national holiday, celebrated on 14 July each year. In France, it is called Fête Nationale ("National Celebration"), in official parlance, or more commonly quatorze juillet ("14 July"). It commemorates the 1790 Fête de la Fédération, held on the first anniversary of the storming of the Bastille on 14 July 1789; the anniversary of the storming of the Bastille was seen as a symbol of the uprising of the modern French nation, and of the reconciliation of all the French inside the constitutional monarchy which preceded the First Republic, during the French Revolution.
For me it means something worse. Much, much worse.
To make a long story short, eight years ago my Dad died. He was pretty freakin' cool and a ton of people came to pay their respects. One of these people was someone I went to high school with and I have NEVER liked this person. This person showed up at my Moms house with their spouse to hang out with the family for a while. We were all around the kitchen table talking, when suddenly one by one my family started to leave the room until I was the only one left in the room with this person. Not wanting to be rude, by shooting this person in the face with a shotgun, I stayed and kept IT company. When IT realized that the conversation was not going to continue, the words 'Happy Bastille Day', came bursting from IT's mouth in a sick attempt to keep the conversation going. Thankfully for me I had a funeral to go to so I had an excuse to leave.
I think tonight I will celebrate Bastille Day by sticking an Ice pick in my ear so I never have to hear those words again.