The ChesterBelloc Drinking and Debating Club…

met on June 14 (Feast Day of I’m Pretty Sure One Day St. G.K. Chesterton) to drink home-brewed ale and eat a bunch of stuff and have a wonderful time.  It was in Illinois someplace and nobody bought my airfare so I could come.  So they had their stupid dumb party without me.  But that’s okay because I’m not bitter and I didn’t even *want* to go to their dumb stupid party anyway.  I had *way* more fun with my crossword puzzles and sudoku and I’m not burning with envy *at all*.

Sean Dailey files the following report:

Dear friends,

Thank you, all of you, who were able to come to the ChesterBelloc Drinking and Debating Club last Friday. And to those of you who could not come, you were missed, and I hope you can make it next year. It was truly a glorious evening of comradeship and serioius joy. Speaking of which, quotes by our two patrons, G.K. Chesterton and Hilaire Belloc, I think sum up the joy of companionship and the sorrow of parting:

“Comradeship and serious joy are not interludes in our travel; but rather our travels are interludes in comradeship and joy, which through God shall endure for ever.” –G.K. Chesterton

“But as I walked along I looked furtively first to one side and then to the other, judging my companions, whom chance had given me for these few hours; and it seemed to me (whether from the mist or what not) that they were taller than men; and their eyes avoided my eyes. ” –Hilaire Belloc

I have attached a picture, taken by Joe Grabowski, of everyone listening to me read Chesterton.

Or else you’re all stunned at my appalling illiteracy and are too shocked to move. Also, my dad — in the far right of the photo — took about 30 or so pictures and is going to get them put into a database — a disk or a flash drive or something — and get them to me. Either I’ll load them onto facebook or I’ll find some place to host them, and you can all take a look.

By universal acclaimation, the official video of the CBDDC is “St. Patrick’s Bad Analogies,” here:

“Come on, Patrick!”

“Yeah get it together, Patrick!”

I thank all of you for coming, especially those of you who came great distances, at big expense and little sleep, to be here. I cherish you all. I thank you for helping me to keep Lee and Julie’s home in some semblage of order so that they didn’t walk into a total disaster when they arrived at 10:40 — 20 minutes early! And I especially thank Lee and Julie for their amazing generosity in loaning us their house for the evening.

Until next year, I leave you with the words of St. Patrick, as he abandons bad analogies:

“Ok! fine! The Trinity is a mystery which cannot be comprehended by human reason but is only understood by Faith and is best confessed in the words of the Athanasian Creed, which states that we we worship one God in Trinity and Trinity in Unity, neither confusing the persons nor dividing the substance! That we are compelled by Christian Truth to confess that each distinct Person is God and Lord and that the Diety of the Father, the Son, and Holy Spirit is ONE, equal in glory, co-equal in majsty!!!!!!!”

“Well why didn’t you say so Patrick?”

Peace, brothers,

Sean

Sean P. Dailey
Editor-in-chief
Gilbert Magazine

“It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged.” –G.K. Chesterton

There were a number of others who couldn’t go either.  I’m just as not envious as they are,  Right guys?

  • Sean P. Dailey

    This is awesome, Mark! Thank you!

  • Kevin O’Brien
  • Stu

    What time did the cops show up?

  • Kathleen M. Ritter

    So, Sean, is this another one of your meany-exclusionary-men-only things with respect to which I must now plot to infiltrate?

  • Kathleen M. Ritter

    Dang that was a dreadully-drafted sentence.


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