Quotes About Festivity

Beer is such an integral part of the Indian culture.

Starting with a party scene for 600 cast and end up singing on top of a giant elephant...does it get any better than this?

conviviality

everything tastes better in a margarita glass.

Las fiestas más hermosas son aquellas que se celebran en nuestro interior.

Birthday party is a celebration but not all celebrations are birthday parties.

Congratulations on your birthday! Wishing you a truly fabulous day.

May your birthday be sprinkled with fun and laughter. Have a great day!

Wild with laughter, Twelfth Night is nevertheless almost always on the edge of violence.

It is sometimes necessary for each person. Fill up with delicious food, get drunk, sing loudly and chat frivolously.

Champagne's completely useless, you know," he said. "The only good part is the moment you pop the cork.

There's nothing like the feeling of being in Times Square for New Year's Eve. It's such a great rush. You feel like the whole world is there. People from all over the world coming to celebrate together.

I celebrate Holi each year with Rubina and our friends.

Watching everybody have such a fantastic time, loving life, loving America - I wish that was the feeling year-round, that it didn't take the Fourth of July for us to be like, 'Yeah, America is awesome.'

I want the big drama. I always said I don't want a wedding I want a parade.

Burn a little incense, sacrifice a chicken or two, smoke a cigar, then shake your maracas and dance.

Fue una fiesta muy divertida, como sólo sabe celebrarlas la gente modesta.

I love the excess of Christmas. The shopping season that begins in September, the bad pop star recordings of Christmas carols, the decorations that don't know when to come down.

A typical Christmas is me shucking oysters. I love them and I always get them in at Christmas.

I love Mardi Gras. I'm a street rat.

I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.

It was the day after Christmas and a gray sky bellied over us, fat with snow. I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas, as if whatever it was the pine boughs and the candles and the silver and gilt-ribboned presents and the birch-log fires and the Christmas turkey and the carols at the piano promised never came to pass.

They're letting off about two thousand fireworks.

It's always Mardi Gras somewhere.