Master Frank and Mistress Siobhan Perricone
Late of Somewhere In, Vermont
Request the honour of your presence at the
social christening of their newly built residence:
Trickle Brook Hall
Festivities are to commence at Twelve of the Clock on Saturday
Afternoon, December Eleventh in the year of our Lord Two Thousand and
Four. They will continue until all visitors have left for other
engagements or until Eight of the Clock, whichever comes first. As no
specific entertainments have been scheduled, visitors may arrive at
any time for the duration of the festivities. Holiday decorations and
bountiful treats shall abound, and you are invited to bring any
delicacies you might wish to share with your fellow celebrants.
Gifts are not expected; the great felicity that comes with your
presence is sufficient.
Out of respect for the delicate sensibilities of Mistress Siobhan, all
visitors are asked to eschew tobacco products while they are upon the
premises and grounds.
No RSVP is required, though it is appreciated. Please attend as you
will.
Translation for the more modern guest:
Frank and Siobhan Perricone are having a combination holiday and house
warming party at their new home, Trickle Brook Hall, and would
appreciate the honour of your presence to help them celebrate finally
realizing their dream of living in a house in the woods. Holiday
goodies will be served, and if you have anything in particular you'd
like to share with everyone else, please feel free to bring it.
Time: 12:00 pm to 8:00 pm
Date: Saturday, December 11th, 2004
Gifts aren't necessary, and we ask that no one smoke anywhere in the
house or immediately outside it.
(Please note this is my new email address: morganna@[EMAIL PROTECTED]
I'm
currently without internet at my house (no phones yet, either) but I'm
able to check email from work. Please respond via email if you want to
attend would like the know the location and need directions, I didn't
include them here because I didn't want them stored on the internet in
perpetuity.)
--
Siobhan Perricone
You're alive. Do something. The directive in life,
the moral imperative was so uncomplicated. It could
be expressed in single words, not complete sentences.
It sounded like this: Look. Listen. Choose. Act.
- Barbara Hall, A Summons to New Orleans, 2000
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