celebration - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
The celebration went on into the night, everyone dancing like they'd forgotten how to stand still. Eric was moving like his limbs were made of spaghetti and Carla's face was an epic picture of pure excitement. We'd won and things were only going to get better from here on in.
I guess it's human nature to love things you can't make for yourself, it's certainly true of me and Vince. I couldn't make a good curry to save my life but they sure make awesome korma's and biryani's at the restaurant down the street. I'm addicted to their lime chutney and Vince is in love with their coconut stuffed naan breads. So where else would be celebrate our marriage? It's unconventional, I know, but we were in heaven with every bite.
The celebration was a riot of colour, everyone a little more hyped up than they should be. Aara's eyes ate up the scene like a post ramadan feast, her limbs feeling supercharged and her head giddy. Everything about the flowing silks made her want to dance, her feet moving with grace and her heart beating with joy.
"Everyone wants me there at the celebration, a smile painted on my face and a glass of wine in my hand. I love them all, I do, but all I want is to lie naked with you beneath a warm duvet and listen to the beating of your heart. These achievements take so much out of me and you're the only one who gives back what I need."
After all that work, years of slog and heartburn, do you wanna know how Lance celebrated? He let out a long breath, like he didn't even know he'd been holding it in, and nodded with a slight smile. That was it, celebration over. From the looks of things he's choosing a new challenge. Personally, I would have at least had a glass of wine and a good meal, but that's Lance for you - always understated.
On my 40th we celebrated in style. All my girlfriends came over and we got dressed up in our fanciest clothes. A white stretched limousine picked us up at seven and took us to our favourite restaurant where we ate, drank and gossiped. Then it was on to a nightclub to dance the night away with cocktails and tequila slammers. We didn't get in until 4 am the next day. Boy do those girls know how to celebrate!
The wedding reception had an open bar. The uncle they shouldn't have invited was celebrating the occasion by getting paralytic at the bar.
When Edith turned ninety she didn't have any friends left alive and her family rarely visited. So the staff attempted to make up for it by ordering the biggest chocolate cake anyone had ever seen. Everyone in the nursing home celebrated with a large slice and a cup of milky tea. Then they played bingo until late afternoon. It was the best afternoon she could recall, there were some blessings to the early stages of Alzheimers after all.
I could hear them screaming with joy and could feel their feet disturbing the ground around me. Without looking, their smiles extended towards me, attempting to turn my face from what, from who, I was focused on. Their bodies moved together as they celebrated, rhythmically breaking into shapes and colours that tickled my heart. Kayla attempted to pull me towards them and I kicked her hand away.