"What's more important!? Raves or religion?!?!" - justin_guber

"What's more important!? Raves or religion?!?!"

That's pretty much what my mom said this morning. This Saturday, Man Method will be down to experience this goddamn heat wave we're having (you know it's wrong when you step out of your car and automatically sweat) and I was going to bring him to Zoukfest, a big ass rave up in Genting. I was already worried about trying to figure out transport and accomodation: Genting is a big ass hill (but not big enough to be a mountain) but my car would die halfway up and all the hotels were booked. I was trying to figure all this out for the past few days when my mom told me last night,

"I've put your name on the list for a religious talk on Sunday morning."

You've gotta be kidding me.

Don't get me wrong: it's not that I don't like my religion. I believe in God, hard as it may be for you to believe that I believe. What I don't like is the whole "I'm your parent, so I'll book your time whenever I damn well please and you can't do jack about it". I'm 25 years old, and my mom is still telling me what to do. Wunderbar. The whole parental thing was getting under my skin already with the whole passport debacle ("I hold your passport, I control your movements!"), now this. Wunder-bloody-bar indeed.

"What's more important!? Raves or religion?!?!"

I can't fight that crazy mom-logic.

But I have decided on one thing. Most people at these religious talks play the good little lamb. Not me. If they're gonna drag me to listen to a religious scholar the goatee'd preacher better be able to answer my questions. It's time to put the hat on. Sunday is Guber day.

1.3.05 04:01

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