I missed the Towel Day, which was to be celebrated on the 25th of May. Which is in fact. a very sad thing to happen, but yeah… I’ll take care not to miss it the next time around! 364 days left for it, after all! :-O
You can also know if it is Towel Day, just to keep your own check! Apart from that, one important question that might come to you is — (or at least it came to me!) as to why the 25th of May. As I mentioned, the official site of the Holy Day, says:
Many other dates for celebrations had been proposed. For those with an exceptionally long attention span: the 42nd day of the year (“Happy Adams Day”), 42 days after his death (“Second Day of Remembering”), the 11th of March (his birthday, around which from 2003 on a yearly “Douglas Adams Memorial Lecture” is held), the Friday before the 42nd week-end day of the year (occasionally falls on 25 May, as it did the year he died), etc.
Of all these dates, May 25th turned out to be the one that gained a significant following.
As the universe that Douglas Adams created was full of absurdity and randomness, it may be a fitting choice after all. And if you need an additional reason: if you add the hexadecimal numbers 25 and 5, and convert the result to decimal, you get 42!
Thrilling, eh? The FAQ answers most questions most questions of anybody. Even non-geeks. But still, for whoever doesn’t want to go off this site to read somewhere else (Thanks for the love!! :D), why the towel at all? Once again I quote, but this time, the HitchHiker’s Guide to The Galaxy:
A towel (…) is about the most massively useful thing an interstellar hitchhiker can have. Partly it has great practical value — you can wrap it around you for warmth as you bound across the cold moons of Jaglan Beta; you can lie on it on the brilliant marble sanded beaches of Santraginus V, inhaling the heady sea vapours; you can sleep under it beneath the stars which shine so redly on the desert world of Kakrafoon; use it to sail a mini raft down the slow heavy river Moth; wet it for use in hand-tohand-combat; wrap it round your head to ward off noxious fumes or to avoid the gaze of the Ravenous Bugblatter Beast of Traal (a mindboggingly stupid animal, it assumes that if you can’t see it, it can’t see you — daft as a bush, but very ravenous); you can wave your towel in emergencies as a distress signal, and of course dry yourself off with it if it still seems to be clean enough.
More importantly, a towel has immense psychological value. For some reason, if a strag (strag: non-hitchhiker) discovers that a hitchhiker has his towel with him, he will automatically assume that he is also in possession of a toothbrush, face flannel, soap, tin of biscuits, flask, compass, map, ball of string, gnat spray, wet weather gear, space suit etc., etc. Furthermore, the strag will then happily lend the hitchhiker any of these or a dozen other items that the hitchhiker might accidentally have “lost”. What the strag will think is that any man who can hitch the length and breadth of the galaxy, rough it, slum it, struggle against terrible odds, win through, and still knows where his towel is is clearly a man to be reckoned with.
Hence a phrase which has passed into hitch hiking slang, as in “Hey, you sass that hoopy Ford Prefect? There’s a frood who really knows where his towel is.”
(Sass: know, be aware of, meet, have sex with;
Hoopy: really together guy; frood: really amazingly together guy.)
Hope you too, by now, regret having missed Towel Day. Read about it, and you could also check about the coming of the Towel Day, in minutes and seconds, here. [Do Remember to remind me the next year! ;)]
P.S.: You can download the .psd of the above image– as proof of the fact that I myself hand-crafted it. Nice, eh? Hope it somehow, somewhere helps you in your life.… 😉
Here goes the link.