Merry Twelfth Night!
May the last be first! Break out the king cake!
The night itself was actually last night; today is the day of Epiphany.* As some of you may know, Twelfth Night (the night of the twelfth day of Christmas) is the night our family claims as a personal tradition in order to exchange presents with our friends, as opposed to Christmas when we exchange gifts with our families. Thus, if you didn't get a present on Christmas and were wondering what was going on, rest assured we have not and would never forget you, and we do have them for you now.
What we don't have, is a place and time to do this. We were very remiss in setting up a party for this year**, and are casting around a bit this weekend looking for a time and place that works for everyone (as our place is small and currently looks like a cyclone struck it and came back for seconds).
Next weekend takes into purview a certain roguish anniversary; my family might be interested in doing something then, however, celebration of that infamous date by my friends will be pushed back a few weeks so that I may enjoy the Singing of the Dirge along with muzikmaker21 and artcfreak6, probably at the house of a Rude. More news later on this scooterbird station.
EDIT, 1729 EST: Everything is still up in the air. We might just go bowling or something this weekend...and it's been pointed out to me that the upcoming weekends are things like Arisia and Much Ado. Worse comes to absolute worst, we might throw in some Twelfth Night festivities during the Three Musketeers' birthday bash later on in the month.
* Kid-2 liked the name "Epiphany" so much that she applied it (with a different spelling, I think) to the drink she'd just concocted at a Burger King: half Sprite, half Dr. Pepper. DW promptly got home, fixed one herself, doctored it with rum, and pronounced Kid-2's a "Virgin Epiphany", which works, after a fashion. Don't be surprised if or when there is a Twelfth Night party this year, that these drinks will get mixed.
** And yes, there are some dull echoes of Twelfth Nights past which may have contributed to that, at least in my case. It shouldn't be, but it sometimes is difficult to remind myself that I have friends.
The night itself was actually last night; today is the day of Epiphany.* As some of you may know, Twelfth Night (the night of the twelfth day of Christmas) is the night our family claims as a personal tradition in order to exchange presents with our friends, as opposed to Christmas when we exchange gifts with our families. Thus, if you didn't get a present on Christmas and were wondering what was going on, rest assured we have not and would never forget you, and we do have them for you now.
What we don't have, is a place and time to do this. We were very remiss in setting up a party for this year**, and are casting around a bit this weekend looking for a time and place that works for everyone (as our place is small and currently looks like a cyclone struck it and came back for seconds).
Next weekend takes into purview a certain roguish anniversary; my family might be interested in doing something then, however, celebration of that infamous date by my friends will be pushed back a few weeks so that I may enjoy the Singing of the Dirge along with muzikmaker21 and artcfreak6, probably at the house of a Rude. More news later on this scooterbird station.
EDIT, 1729 EST: Everything is still up in the air. We might just go bowling or something this weekend...and it's been pointed out to me that the upcoming weekends are things like Arisia and Much Ado. Worse comes to absolute worst, we might throw in some Twelfth Night festivities during the Three Musketeers' birthday bash later on in the month.
* Kid-2 liked the name "Epiphany" so much that she applied it (with a different spelling, I think) to the drink she'd just concocted at a Burger King: half Sprite, half Dr. Pepper. DW promptly got home, fixed one herself, doctored it with rum, and pronounced Kid-2's a "Virgin Epiphany", which works, after a fashion. Don't be surprised if or when there is a Twelfth Night party this year, that these drinks will get mixed.
** And yes, there are some dull echoes of Twelfth Nights past which may have contributed to that, at least in my case. It shouldn't be, but it sometimes is difficult to remind myself that I have friends.