P is for Party

As you may already have gleaned from previous entries, or indeed thine own wisdom on the subject, Spain is prone to partying, and requires little in the way of excuses to do just that. This weekend bears no exception. 
I learned but two days ago that this was to be some form of carnival weekend, and sure enough I was not disappointed to see revellers bedecked in guise and glitter, making merry about the city. Now, this is nothing to be sneered at. Make no mistake, had I not had previous arrangements to be upheld, I would more than likely have been costuming up and taking to the streets to join my fellow party-goers. Nevertheless, my reason for writing to you today, dear readers, is as follows: if there's cause for festivity, be it a socialite soiree or simply a shindig, you might as well make the most of it. Celebrate life as it goes along, and join in the fun as and when. Don't be afraid to raid the fancy-dress box every once in a while, or put on your glam-rags, or even just go out when you'd 'probably' have just as nice an evening at home with a cuppa in front of the telly. For shame. (I am not disputing that this is not a very viable course of behaviour, I am a big fan thereof myself, I am merely championing the more pro-active convivial option at this point.) At the very least, it certainly makes for a good hearty tale to tell afterward! 

And, without wanting to lower the tone on any supposed level of eloquence, here is a little ditty to help you remember the above advice, from whence came the title: 

[To be 'chanted' in a mildly aggressive American tone. Yes, you heard. Apologies.]

P is for party, and
A is for alright (alright!) 
R is for rowdy*, and
T is for tonight (tonight!) 
Y is for you, and you know what to do, so
Paaaarrdaaay! (Don't let your momma know) 
Paaaarrdaaay! ('Cause she won't let you go) 

*I learnt this 'song' with the substitution of ready for rowdy, and a few variations on the bracketed forms. Ad lib as you will; I suspect the message is clear.