We went to a Tarts and Vicars Party last week. Seriously. I thought they were an urban legend, but apparently, they really exist.
We didn't dress up, since we were last-minute invitees, guests of guests, actually. Which could have been a bit awkward, except that our host was an amazing, fun-loving octogenarian, who was genuinely delighted to see us.
And, as these experiences do, it made me think a bit. Here's a man who lives life fully. He eats, he drinks, he throws noisy, crowded parties. He seems to love life and everyone in it.
He's (as far as I know) not a church-goer, not a do-gooder in the usual sense. He's Fun, rather than Good.
And yet, through his seer love of fun, he spreads more joy than most people I know.
Now, I'm not saying that Good people can't be Fun (or that Fun people can't be Good). But if I have to decide where to put my energies, I'm voting for Fun.
Which would you choose?