Noun – “A drinking bout; a spree or ‘binge’” – Brannigan was originally a North American slang word, but it is now rarely used. “Shall we go for a brannigan on Friday?” can be a more sophisticated way to discuss such activities.
Noun – “Use of more words than are necessary; redundancy or superfluity of expression” – A useful word for editors: “Thanks for your 4,000-word submission. Unfortunately there is too much perissology in this piece for us to publish it.”
Noun – “The action of shaking to and fro” – This can also be used in verb form, to quagswag, and is pronounced like “kwag swag.” It could definitely work as the name for a new type of dance, or possibly serve as an alternate way to describe a seizure.
Noun – “A fool, simpleton, noodle, blockhead” – This one doesn’t need any explanation as to how you could use it; you may already have someone in mind who fits the description.
Noun – “A too earnest desire after drink.” – “Bibesy” may have been completely made up in the 18th century and it’s unclear whether it ever made it into common use, but it could easily be used today: “Wedding guests waited anxiously for the bar to open; bibesy should be expected after such a long, dull service.”
We arrived at a great Marriott resort hotel on Friday afternoon to find a lot of quagswagging going on in the swimming pool directly below our room's balcony. Fortunately the room was well-soundproofed, and it was amusing to watch the pre-teens trying to drown one another. We were also lucky to find no hoddypeaks out on the patio where we had dinner. No one jargogled the peaceful setting or the lovely sunset over the river.
To avoid undue perissology, I'll save our Saturday morning's touristy experiences for another post (with pictures, I hope, designed to fascinate all the Lions in the audience.) When the temperature hit the high eighties, we returned to the hotel for naps and some novel reading.
Then, as it approached the time for the running of the Preakness Stakes, we retired to the hotel bar, suffering from a bit of bibesy. Hopes that this year's racing season will produce a Triple Crown winner were running high, especially since the eligible horse was named "I'll Have Another." Sounds like a good excuse for a brannigan, doesn't it? It was!
We topped off the evening with a goumet dinner in a revolving restaurant, ten stories above the hotel and the beautiful Tennessee River. Once I rearranged the seating so that I could ride facing forward, it was a lovely experience. And a bit of fun, too, watching patrons head for the bathroom when that convenience appeared next to their table -- and then giggling when they came out to find that their table had moved on without them! We only kenched at them a little.
Sunday started with a buffet breakfast out on the patio again, and then we headed home -- taking a leisurely route in hopes of finding a Videlia onion stand open. Too late I remembered it was Sunday and, in Alabama, all the onion stands were closed. Ah, well, it was a relaxing weekend, a much needed deliciation before upcoming events.