I know I posted this clip before, but to me it so perfectly encapsulates the pitiful desperation of revelry, the sense of dancing around the mouth of the grave that characterizes so many “festive” occasions – New Year’s, Mardi Gras, bachelor parties, Spring Break, Saturday night – and the encroaching desolation of the day after. We drink, we laugh, we dance, and then we stagger home like Alberto Sordi, lashed to a papier-mâché head.
Have a great Lent, everybody!

