with, regrettably, no ceremony whatsoever...

I announce the arrival of Wm. Had a Headache Day Eve!

I've told the story several times over the past years, and rather than repeat myself, I will link to the archives, for your convenience (since it's the end of the month, they're all at the top of the page; this computer won't let me view individual posts with their own links):

http://prettypuddleglum.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html

http://prettypuddleglum.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html

http://prettypuddleglum.blogspot.com/2007_01_01_archive.html

Now that you're up on your holiday history and obligations, I charge you to go and get drunk. Please. I will be spending the evening with a group of Baptists, and I must know that someone, somewhere out there, is celebrating the holiday in the solemnity of its due reverence. A great man 207 years ago had a bad night's sleep and a headache, and we owe it to all of humanity and great literature to keep his vigil and mock him for it.