So allea, ponderduck, Aaron and I were sitting around last night drinking and discussing religion and allea mentioned that on her recent trip to New Orleans she'd had the thought that if one was to celebrate Mardi Gras (as we were then doing, and as I'd been doing in one form or another since Friday) one ought to observe Lent.
Fair enough; if you want to call the jig, you ought to pay the piper.
Which is how I found myself kneeling in All Saints Episcopal, being reminded that from dust I came, and to dust I shall return.
Rather than stick around for communion, I left after the imposition of the ashes. I didn't want to be late for the showing of Reefer Madness that the Austin NORML and the Longhorn Libertarians were putting on at the Texas Union theatre. The big grey cross on my forehead got a lot of weird looks, but I found the irony to be delicious.