I used to get annoyed with people who complained about being bored. After all, I'm never bored, I just procrastinate...

Every year, on the weekend closest to January 3rd, my brother Bob throws a feast in honor of J.R.R. Tolkien. He invites as many people over as his house can hold, cooks up a giant pot roast, loads up on several cases of wine and port, and rearranges his entire living space to accommodate some 70 people or so. We eat, drink, and make merry.