There was once a subculture of a subculture of a culture that established June 1st as their holy day. Ceremonial games of Nine Lives were played, tournaments waged, blood drawn and apologies completely withheld. All in an appreciative exhibition to their Blue Meanie god. And also to have one hell of a good time in the most unexpected ways imaginable.
Pilgrimages to the sandy dunes of the Canadian coastline were made to embolden solidarity. Marsh mellows stolen by raccoons. Secrets were whispered and kept. Gifts were given. Songs sung. And the rain would fall and fall and fall.
Did I mention that it rained?
As all things are meant to move in and out of your life, all good things eventually come to an end as the pillars of this cult still stand tall but no longer as one. They have pressed on, endearing themselves to new subcultures of subcultures. Expanding their scope of experience.
But the blue flame lives on.
The inaugural June 1st holiday fell on a Friday and was thus termed Blue Friday. The basic rule of thumb is that whichever day of the week June 1st lands on, you put the word blue in front of it.
So to all of you that have lived and breathed the essence of the Blue Meanie, these Jazz Hands are for you. And to all of you that have not, well, this is not an exclusive thing, so these Jazz Hands are also for you, and here's a pointer: Think of the essence of the Blue Meanie in the same way you consider the Royal Jazz Hands, and you are well on your way.
Happy Blue Saturday!
Day one-hundred and fifty-two complete.
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