Quotes About Festivity

It occurred to him he was drunk as a flock of bridesmaids.

Beer barrel, though.

The day is a fiesta of pain.

Sprites glitter in air that stinks of freshly spilled blood. The revel will go on, I realize. Everything will go on. But I am not sure that I can.

party. Right. She'd been at a sundown party.

I pass trays of spun-sugar animals, little acorn cups filled with wine, enormous sculptures of horn, and a stall where a bent-backed woman takes a brush and draws charms on the soles of shoes. It takes some wandering, but I finally find a collection of sculpted leather masks. They are pinned to a wall and cunningly shaped like the faces of strange animals or laughing goblins or boorish mortals, painted gold and green and every other colour imaginable.

Goblins and grigs, pixies and elves all cavort in endless intertwined circle dances. Honey wine flows freely from horns, and tables are stacked with ripe cherries, gooseberries, pomegranates, and plums.

Revelry is inherently slippery; part of its munificence is an easing of boundaries.

Champagne is never a mistake.

There had been something about the pop of the champagne cork, the naughtiness of it.

May there be rivers of margaritas flowing through the valleys of heaven.

Wow," I remarked to an older man who had just turned away from a group. "That's what I call a birthday cake. You think someone's going to jump out of that thing?" "Hope not," he said in a gravelly voice. "They might catch fire from all the candles.

My family celebrates both the navratras that come twice in a year. We also refrain from eating meat. I just enjoy that people come home, savour the variety of snacks and participate in our puja during this time.

Easter is an ancient festival of rebirth, but it's also an excellent excuse for eating eggs. I really like eggs, of both the chocolate and chicken variety. But the chocolate ones, you must admit, can sustain only a fleeting interest. A sweet, sugary hit - and then it's gone.

We do benefits for various groups. But the main reason to be B-52's is to have fun and party and go nuts.

Having payesh and five types of vegetable fries is a must in our house on birthdays. It is a kind of ritual.

Times they celebrated the engagement with a small dinner party at the Ritz, attended by one hundred twenty

champagne and apricot nectar with a squeeze of lime

I bet the very first piñata was surprised. "Oh, hey a party! Cool! What's the occa— HEY, WHAT THE HELL, KID?

It was Durga Pujo, the city's most anticipated days. The stores, the sidewalks, were overflowing. At the ends of certain alleys, or in gaps among buildings, she saw the pandals. Durga armed with her weapons, flanked by her four children, depicted and worshiped in so many versions. Made of plaster, made of clay. She was resplendent, formidable. A lion helped to conquer the demon at her feet. She was a daughter visiting her family, visiting the city, transforming it for a time.

To work for delight and authentic festivity is barely distinguishable from preparing for a general insurrection

Halloween is one of my favorite days of the year. I have a strict rule: I don't work on Halloween and I won't travel on Halloween. Not for any reason.

God recognizes celebration

Homemade stuffing is my favorite thing about Thanksgiving. I wish people served it more than just once a year.