I loved the memorial. It was one of the legal times as a kid to get schnockered! It took our family about 5 years of being zealous proselytizers before we were annointed with the privilage of being among the inner sanctum. But once we were, oh joy! While the others who wanted to be among the elite vacummed the hall in hopes of getting a late invite, we are nibbling the bread and breaking out the cheeses.
As soon as we would get back home, the people would start showing up with more wine, more covered dishes and wouldn't leave until the pass over became the passed out.
My next favorite almost holiday was New Years.... did anyone else "not" celebrate this holiday? Magically, the congregation would show up at the house at about 8:30 with champaign and would dance and drink until midnight when everyone would migrate to the living room and "not" watch the TV as Dick Clark counted down the giant ball in Times Square.
Awe, I wax nostalgic for the hidden celebrations and the mysterious phone calls I still get on the day I was born to tell me hello, but not to wish me a happy birth day, instead to recount the laps around the sun I have made. (I really do like those.... I just would love to hear happy birthday just once though!)
-jtam