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Reception Night, a brief history of

Once there was a beautiful princess, Princess Edie. PE had charmed, among others, a knave-cum-exchequer who gladly sought to satisfy her every whim. PE was forced at one point to undergo a trial--she was required to read Kate Chopin's The Awakening. But PE's eyes were so tired! Her mouth so dry! Her brow was even slightly furrowed! While crowds recoiled, aghast, Cooperjon strode forward and bravely volunteered to read the novella aloud to the weary princess, fetching her a cool glass of pomegranate juice to drink as he stroked her brow and duly intoned the prescient classic of self-actualization.

While reading, C was taken with the notion of At-Home Days and vowed to host a reception night of his own, when all the folk throughout the land would know that they could find C ready to receive them. PE drifted gently into the clouds of whatever it is that obscures beautiful princesses from the mundane, but C remained faithful to his oath to keep Wednesday nights open to all who cared to join him in his humble abode. His home drifted a bit and was sometimes quite humble indeed.

When he was sharing a small commorancy with several random compatriots, C fell madly in love with still another beautiful damsel. She felt that weekly reception nights were cumbersome and convinced C that a congregation of friends would be better suited as a less frequent affair, say, on the first Friday of each month. A small band of confederates objected: Wednesday nights had become their sole point of social contact and the thought of losing this slender thread led to wailing, gnashing, etc. A stout-hearted fellow stepped up and promised to carry on the tradition and so he has ever since.

All who have slogged through the better part of a week can take comfort in the knowledge that from 8-11pm on a Wednesday night, succor and ale may be found at the manse of ednoria and kugelblitz, except for the first Wednesday of the month, when it's at my house. May we all live happily ever after.


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Mar. 30th, 2005 06:20 pm (UTC)
Ah, it is good to see strong ale and staunch fellows altogether on one eve every seven-days. There they shall stay in revelry and camaraderie until the clock doth strike 11 and the owls fly among the trees.

Many thanks for your enlightening tale on the history of this Recepetion Night.

With luck and only a few storms weathered we shall see thee anon.
Mar. 30th, 2005 06:23 pm (UTC)
Thus has it been, and is, and mote be, forevermore.

(And now I know a new word: commorancy!)
Mar. 30th, 2005 07:47 pm (UTC)
...Wednesday night, succor and ale may be found at the manse of ednoria and kugelblitz...

Which goes to prove that there isn't a succor born every minute.
Mar. 31st, 2005 12:30 am (UTC)
ow ow ow ow ow make it stop
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Mar. 31st, 2005 04:25 am (UTC)
Re: What the crap?
Holy shit! I can't believe you mistook my Goldman for Shakespeare.

Here's another William for you:

You know how puppies are so lovable you just want to squeeze them until they're not so fucking cute anymore? How a person tries to hold your gaze and thinks he's making a sweet connection when you're really concentrating on his aqueous humour and thinking how funny he won't find it when you show it to him? It's stunning, you're stunned, you're all invited.
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Mar. 31st, 2005 12:52 pm (UTC)
Re: What the crap?
I am so busted. Feebly, I counter with the duck-buying-chapstick defense.
Mar. 30th, 2005 11:58 pm (UTC)
Hunter S.
Almost got skull f*cking drunk but some uptight republican looking goon with LIZARD written on his forehead keept ging me the stinkeye. Damend fine beer and appropriate middle aged whining was filling the air with self loathing, angst and a headier brew of desperation. Apparently this anodyne of alcohol and converstation is offered gratis to the middle age crowd who gladly participate in this tradition.

Some people will do anything for free beer.
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