What Would The Old Man Do?

So it hasn’t exactly been partytime over here at Chez Belt.

But I do not come from a line of people who would be deterred in the pursuit of merriment.

My dad was a very eat, drink and be merry for tomorrow we will die sort, and that’s exactly what happened to him.  But before it happened to him, he drank brandy, chased (and caught) many women, donned the Santa suit, ate the delicious foods.

His life was short but it was impractical, exuberant, glorious.

I hope mine is a bit longer but I am firmly committed to the glorious part.  But in order to get the glorious you must let loose the impractical and the exuberant, and the attendant risk of looking like a complete idiot.

Example: in my haste to check into the hotel, I grabbed my bags and what flew out but my giant size bottle of lube.  The valet guy did what you’d expect a valet guy to do — he swiftly bent down, picked it up, gave it a look and handed it to me, with a very practiced That Did Not Happen expression.

But there will be presents and music and a food and drink and Ceiling Cat willing I will get laid.

I will fill every vessel from thimble to bucket with merriment and dump the whole lot out.