After the Ball

After the ball is over, what then? The punch is all gone, the champagne stale, and the streamers have all fallen to the floor. The band has already packed up and gone, and there you are in your tuxedo or ball gown, left to contemplate the remains of the evening. I think that perhaps the Episcopal Church's leadership will feel that way come October 1, or at least by Lambeth 2008. Only, it is likely that they will be trying to get into the Lambeth ballroom, all dressed up and no place to go. Their party is over, and they can't get into the next one. The high priestess, (her squidness), and the court jester, the poofter with a pointy hat, will be standing there at the door, and the bouncer says, "Sorry, if you don't have an invitation, I can't let you in. You don't have an invitation. If you don't move on out of the way, I'll have to call security." And there they will be, wilted flowers and all.