I totally forgot it was Palm Sunday today, but fortunately, AH and I celebrated in style. On this beautiful beach-kind-of-day in Socal, we headed for the hills, specifically a leafy suburb of Pasadena for an outdoor Last Supper with Jesus. The specifics of the luncheon were this: A friend of AH’s dressed up as the Jesus. He set up a kind of daVinci-like spread in his backyard (rugs on the grass, pillows to lean on, low tables, pita bread, veggies, wine and other libations) and invited a lot of friends over. Some came as AH and I did, somewhat unsure what the deal was and stylishly dressed. While others came dressed in bedsheets, togas, and other “period” specific things. It was a very mellow affair. We sat on the ground and just chatted with a bunch of people. Some played backgammon, others tapped on drums, there was a crossword going around as well as a Vogue (Beyonce on the cover!). There were a lot of good-natured jokes about how this was  probably a lot more pleasant then the original Last Supper. No one had to worry about traitors or death, and the host of our supper eventually was too busy making sure everyone was fed. Oh yeah! The food was “fool”–a fava bean stew to which you could add any or all of the following: salt, pepper, chili, tomatoes, garlic, onions or parsley. There was a moment when everyone tried to remember the 10 commandments, but we forgot one and had to look it up on an iPhone. Figures that everyone forgot that you couldn’t commit adultery. Afterwards, AH and I got ice cream.