>Gentle reader, The Courtier had a very, very, VERY good time last night at what was surely one of the best Georgetown parties of the year for the yuppie, 20-30-something set. This to such an extent, that he seriously considered not getting up for work this morning, but maturity and nature’s internal clock convinced him otherwise. There had been some concern about the snow, since Washington received a couple of inches yesterday and Georgetown is not the safest place to be under such circumstances; cobblestone lanes and Belgian brick pavers are all very pretty, but when it snows they become more treacherous than aggregate concrete pavements.
In any case, it was a great pleasure to see the American Papist, the Wondrous Pilgrim, the Prolix Patriot, and many other old friends, as well as to make some new ones, in a festive and stylish setting. The Courtier was even very graciously allowed by his hosts to demonstrate for the guests the magical Caga Tió with the help of the aforesaid said Papist. Naturally, one donned one’s barretina (the traditional Catalan stocking cap) to match Senyor Tió.
After such events, especially when they take place during the work week, the next day one is usually left feeling somewhat “rough”, as the British say. So perhaps it is not surprising that on his way to work this morning the internal audio of this scrivener kept repeating the classic 1976 track “Love Hangover” by Diana Ross; if you are not aware of it, please allow this to serve as an unqualified endorsement of said tune (particularly beginning around 1:10.) Admittedly this is not a Christmas tune, but until the caffeine sets in and the chill leaves the bones, one has to get moving any way that one can.
Though Ms. Ross does not want to get over the hangover-like feeling of being in love, in the case of last evening’s very memorable festivities The Courtier does not want to get over the feeling that greater charity is needed on his part, as a result of the joy, fraternity, and thanksgiving which were evoked. How very fortunate we are, in good times and in bad, to be able to have family and friends, and how very sad it is to think of those who are all alone. Perhaps between now and Christmas Day, as the reader takes the time to reflect upon how much we have been blessed with the birth of the Savior, it would be helpful to consider the example He provided us to follow of reaching out to those whom no one wants to touch.
One of the guests at last evening’s gathering told me about a practice which he and his housemates began a few years ago, of visiting a home for disabled veterans near their house, and singing carols for the residents. This has blossomed into a larger event each year, with the patients so grateful for the change to the routine of beds, medicine, and four walls, day after day, year after year. Surely we who have the great benefit of people who care about us can all find ourselves to do something, even if it seems but a small thing. The challenge of course, is to not get over that Christmas spirit of charitable empathy, but to continue it even when Christmastide comes to a close; let us all try to keep that in mind as we begin our feasting and open up our new calendars for 2011.