Go Ahead, Ruin Our 7-7-07 With All Your Hetero Weddings and Global Warming Concerts
Last year, we had the joy of walking around town before the precarious date of 6/6/06 and seeing images of nuclear holocaust strung across every light poll in town (meaning on Capitol Hill). This year, we get the pleasure of anticipating our big 3-0 on a far more auspicious date: 7/7/07.
As a child of 7/7/77, we've lived with the inevitability of next Saturday for our whole lives. For us, it's the only time in our lifetime--unless we live an entire century, which would be cool as hell--when we can have an awesome day all to ourselves, when the awesomely lucky date of our birth is somewhat repeated.
7-7-7 means jackpot in Vegas (where we'll be spending our 4th of July, which is close enough). It also, if you're a bible type, has something to do with the Holy Trinity. We're not really a bible type, so we'll leave the expounding on that to the commenters.
Anyway, it all started when Al Gore decided to throw a worldwide concert to raise awareness about global warming on our birthday. Shakira's playing, but so is KT Tunstall. It's a nice balance of hotly tacky and effing awesome. As a result, millions of people all over the world will turn on their electricity-burning television sets and radiation-emitting computers. They'll probably surround themselves with electric lighting. But what's a day of carelessly burning fossil fuels for the selfish purpose of celebrity-watching when there's a world to save?
Meanwhile, all over God's Green Earth, heterosexual couples will be exercising their right to marry, thank heaven. They see 7/7/07 as the most opportune, lucky time to get married. There's even this weird thing:
The date has been in such demand [for weddings] that Wal-Mart has sponsored a contest and will select seven couples to get married at the discount store’s garden area in any city on July 7. The winners will enjoy free invitations, catering, rings and flowers for the ceremony, spokeswoman Karen Burke said.
Our numerologist friends will tell them that it's only lucky if their life path number is a five; otherwise, it could be a huge disaster. Almost like raising the dead. Time magazine calls it "The Most Popular Wedding Date Ever".
All we wanted was a day to ourselves, to wander our beautiful Seattle, to go hear some Allison Krauss & Union Station at Marymoor (holy crap!), but no. It's all Al Gore's and hetero couples' faults. Screw this shit. We know when our auspiciousness isn't needed. We're going to the Grand Canyon, where somebody understands.
