Quotes About Revelry

I feel like I get all the good parts of college, cause I just college hop on the weekends and party with them, but I don't have to do any of the school part or the work part.

It's like some weird excuse for high school kids to vomit. It's not good. It's stupid. I'm sure that's not what St. Patrick's Day is supposed to be about, but who knows.

I remember the noise of the bells ringing at school as the effigy of Guy Fawkes we'd prepared earlier was carried out on a canvas stretcher, hoisted on to the huge bonfire and set alight. Then the revelry would begin. My school friends and I would all have sparklers we passed around, lighting one from another.

A tavern is a place where madness is sold by the bottle.

I was having a great time, enjoying the best summer of my life, fucked up. Fucked up is good.

am going to get on a drunk that is a drunk. Just to change my luck I will paint a few towns red hot-but till then I

There are times, Anne dearie, when I know by your eyes that YOUR soberness is put on like a garment and you're really aching to do something wild and young again.

Inside, the festivities would continue, probably well into the night, with flirtation and merriment and gratuitous use of mistletoe. It was an inexpressibly wearying thought.

Come, Let's have one other gaudy night. Call to me All my sad captains. Fill our bowls once more. Let's mock the midnight bell.

Freudengässlein, or Lane of Joy.

Is there anyone in the civilized world whose eyes do not light up and face does not smile when he hears the word champagne?" mused one champagne lover.14

They had no thought for the meaning of Christmas and had planned to have a wildly merry time.

Allí mismo, veíamos asomar el sol al siguiente día, «enlagunados» por el licor.

Got tight on absinthe last night. Did knife tricks.

All right, said Nick. Let's get drunk. All right, Bill said. Let's get really drunk.

The things that happened could only have happened during a fiesta. Everything became quite unreal finally and it seemed as though nothing could have any consequences. It seemed out of place to think of consequences during the fiesta.

The first toasts were being raised, and already becoming less and less coherent.

Caring not for Angoulême's vulgar October jests,' Reynart leaned back from the table, his belt loosened, 'today we drink a fine label and a fine vintage, Witcher. We can afford it, we've made some money. We can revel.' 'That's right,' Geralt beckoned to the innkeeper. 'After all, as Dandelion says, perhaps there are other motivations for earning money, but I just don't know any.

What joy it is to dance and sing!

We partied with the royal rich people, and we felt like rock stars. We drank all the whiskey in the place.

Some of the men fired their guns into the air for joy.

meanwhile we'll drink your health - queen Alice's health!' she screamed at the top of her voice, and all the guests began drinking it directly...

The bar lights glittered on the wet pavement, and jazz wailed out of the open doors of the bars, collinding with the more discordant, driving beats coming from the strip joints, where bored-looking dancers, both male and female, gyrated their hips and humped poles and pretended to be sexy.

It was a human storm, composed of a thunder of cries, and a hail of sweetmeats, flowers, eggs, oranges, and nosegays.