Quotes About Festivity

It'll be small and intimate for the wedding, and then we're throwing a massive bash for everyone in the States.

There are going to be birthdays, weddings, BBQs and work dos and you are entitled to have a few drinks, a slice of cake, a pepperoni pizza or an Easter egg every now and then.

Everyone likes to go to weddings.

Indian weddings, visually, they're so stunning.

Normally during the week between Christmas and New Year I'm slumped in a chair in Birmingham, eating, farting and spouting total nonsense.

Indian weddings are elaborate. As a culture, we like to celebrate everything... Our weddings go on for sometimes a week, 10 days.

We have observed all kinds of things, including Cucumber Day. There was a Honeybee Week.

I wear a lot more glitter around the holidays, so I'm always wearing different glitter nail polish or fun metallic eye shadow. It's the holidays - everything is more twinkly and celebratory.

Roast potatoes - I can't say no. At Christmas, I reach over for the fifth or sixth one, and I think I could keep going until I explode.

We have a costume closet at home. My family will put on a costume for any excuse.

We - we spend a lot of time, scholarly time, thinking about love and sex, but very little about the - the kind of joy that can take over a crowd of people or a group of people, in festivity, in ecstatic ritual of some kind, in celebration.

The table is a meeting place, a gathering ground, the source of sustenance and nourishment, festivity, safety, and satisfaction. A person cooking is a person giving: Even the simplest food is a gift.

Corned beef and cabbage - that's our favorite holiday meal when all the O' Haras gather around the table.

I would never say that girls and their bachelorette parties are tame.

They all blur together these days—the smell of manure and buttered popcorn, urine and cotton candy, hay and innocence. He wrings his hands again and then stands up. Bob hobbles over to the corner, goosebumps rippling across his flesh, and he begins to wash off the cloud of white, his costume of the day, the way he is able to meander through any festive occasion with hardly a worry—balloons in hand, a smile on his face, knots twisting in his gut, blood filling his shoes.

Right. Because there's no bigger sign of commitment than a Halloween dance

What's the deal with the secret Santa thing?" "If I told you, it wouldna be a secret.

It's a party,' she repeated. 'You can either miss it and take pictures of it, or you can join get a drink and join it.

Ivy still had her tree up in the living room, and we exchanged presents when we felt like it, not on a specific date. Usually that was about an hour after I got back from shopping. Delayed gratification was Ivy's thing, not mine.

Jenks, deep into his honey drunk, gyrated wildly.

Oh yeah. We were all having fun now.

Christmas dinner was something of a success; it passed off, at any rate, without bloodshed.

When I didn't give them moon pies, they hurled beads at me!—

Tol-de-ri-de-oh!