Man, I'm tired!
Three days of physical labour and mental tension, plus socialising, laughter and a lot of food... I'm still dead beat. And here I am, back at the office staring at a computer screen. All I want to do is sleep!
This year's big tolkienist party felt, I don't know, slightly off. Maybe because all my carefully prepared props and games were put to hardly any use at all. But that's because of the atrocious weather: on Friday, sunshine and hardly a breeze. Today, sunshine and hardly a breeze. Saturday: continuous walls of water and galeforce winds, abating slightly on Sunday. Heeeeeeey....
Here's my dinner speech. Can you name the original version and who delivered it?
"Good evening. In less than an hour, filled cups from here will join others from around the tables. And you will be launching one of the loudest eglerios in the history of Mithlond.
Mithlond -- that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can't be consumed by our petty differences anymore.
We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps it’s fate that today is a Saturday, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution -- but from too tight clothing.
We're fighting for our right to eat, to party.
And should we win the day, the Saturday will no longer be known as a Mithlond holiday, but as the day when the tolkienist world declared in one voice:
"We will not go quietly into the night!
We will not vanish without a bun fight!
We're going to party on!
We're going to shout eglerio!"Today, we celebrate our Indulgence Day!"
At home now I have no sofa or coffe table or easy-chairs. They were sold off and carted away yesterday. Now the hunt for new furniture commences! A long sofa that I can stretch out on fully, aaah. I anticipate falling asleep to the TV even better than before. Maybe I'll even get that TV bench I planned for when I got the flat screen TV three years ago? Excitement!
*grins like the Doctor*