WAY better than the grilled-cheese Virgin Mary
While in Charlottesville last weekend, after a wonderful dinner of goat cheese nachos, seared tuna with black bean puree, a santa fe chicken enchilada that comes with a lovely pumpkin muffin, and a couple of margaritas, we pulled into the driveway of our hotel and spotted this:
Concerned that this vision was just a figment of our tasty Herradura margarita-fueled imaginations, we decided to wait until morning to verify this wonderful affirmation of the presence and love of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The next morning, we woke up, watched some CNN, caught the end of “Chicken Run” on the cartoon channel, drank coffee, ate a couple of chocolate chip cookies, and checked out.
The FSM‘s image was still there, assuring us that all is well, and that the world may or may not end soon.
We got into the car, and I took great care to drive over as few noodly appendages as possible. I stopped and took photos.
Please note that we are negotiating with the corporate offices of the hotel to excavate the asphalt canvas on which this precious and rare appearance of the Flying Spaghetti Monster currently resides. Careful and respectful plans are being prepared to remove this section of driveway so that the entire visage of the holy Flying Spaghetti Monster will be removed intact.
Then we’ll (reluctantly, of course) sell the whole thing on Ebay and retire to Bonaire.