aaahhhh, The Lord of Misrule and Saturnalia

Now this sounds like my idea of fun: inverted social order. Merriment. Gypsies in the palace. Lord of Misrule. Feasting. Music. Alas, I am but 1700 years too late. Damn. Double damn. Guess I’ll just have to make my own fun. Here’s what I found on the delightful pagan ritual of Saturnalia, often thought to be the precursor of Christmas:

“During the holiday, restrictions were relaxed and the social order inverted. Gambling was allowed in public. Slaves were permitted to use dice and did not have to work. Instead of the toga, less formal dinner clothes (synthesis) were permitted, as was the pileus, a felt cap normally worn by the manumitted slave that symbolized the freedom of the season. Within the family, a Lord of Misrule was chosen. Slaves were treated as equals, allowed to wear their masters’ clothing, and be waited on at meal time in remembrance of an earlier golden age thought to have been ushered in by the god. In the Saturnalia, Lucian relates that “During My week the serious is barred; no business allowed. Drinking, noise and games and dice, appointing of kings and feasting of slaves, singing naked, clapping of frenzied hands, an occasional ducking of corked faces in icy water—such are the functions over which I preside.””

And while I especially like the notion of singing nekkid, you won’t ketch me at it. I promise.

The winter solstice is upon us, coming at about 11 am on Friday morning, MST. The darkest, shortest day of the year. Don’t I know it.

Then on Saturday, things will start lookin’ up as I head south. Feliz Navidad. Magaritaville. Suh-rimp. Sand. Fun.