Wassail, wassail, all over the town
Our toast it is white and our ale it is brown,
Our bowl it is made of the white maple tree,
With the wassailing bowl, we'll drink to thee.
Drink to thee, drink to thee,
With a wassailing bowl we'll drink to thee.
--The Gloucestershire Wassail
Had a rehearsal tonight for baby girl's party/our solstice party tomorrow. We'll do all of our usual holiday traditions, folded in with the birthday traditions and we're starting a new one. With our friends we're going to be singing some songs and reading Shakespeare's Twelfth Night.
I really wanted to start the Twelfth Night tradition last year, as I thought it would be a fun way to work in the play as a tradition that could grow as my circle of friends started to have kids. We love all things renaissance England, so that seemed like a good fit, and know many of the songs of the season. The rehearsal tonight was super fun, and I'm hoping for a really good party tomorrow.
Twelfth Night is traditionally the old English New Year's celebration, but whatever. It'll be fun to get together and drink wassail, sing, and share the company of friends.
I got out for a quick mile tonight. It went by really quick, and felt effortless. I know tomorrow will be the hardest day of the streak for me. I'm not even sure I can entertain getting up early and running, as it will be eleven o'clock by the time I fall asleep now.