Feast time!

Most of you have probably read this somewhere, but my sister's birth name is actually "Dionysus." A few times each year, the Greeks would bring their valuable offerings to the riverbank, humbly hoping she would accept them.

During the reign of Emperor Constantine, she changed her name and modernized the ritual. I guess when you're immortal, the passage of time is kind of irrelevant, but D. misses the old days, if you ask me. I saw an enslaved tenant (redundant, I know), feeding her figs and fanning her voluptuous nude body -- and noticed that today is the first.