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The Diary of Lord Kellington (9)

Tonight is for reflection.
Not the kind found in a mirror.  
Which of course I have none.  Mores the pity.  I would love to see how splendid I look 
in my new shirt with French lace and ruffles.  Under my sapphire blue waist coat and 
buckskin riding breeches.  All I can clearly see full of, would be my boots.  The softest 
leather and a shine to see ones reflection in.  Sigh, But not mine.

Where was I.. Ah yes,  I was waxing philosophical.
One can never be too busy to better ones self.  Thus
my new clothes.

Let's see...reflection.  

While looking back upon my long lived life as the Prince Of Darkness.  I realize, I have 
been selfish.  Not
once have I invited others to my humble home.  Not once have I hosted a party.  Not 
once have I allowed others to witness my grandeur.  

Tonight, I vow to remedy that.  I will have a party.  One to outdo all the others which I 
have had the privilege to crash.  

Hmm.  Perhaps I should start a bit smaller.
A dinner party!
For the intimates of intimates.

Let me see.  Who to invite?

Reginald Wadsworth!  He's a jolly chap.  No.  He was a late night snack a few days ago.

Hortense Mayweather!  She is always in good humor and a fair conversationalist.  No.  
She had the misfortune of crossing my path last month while I was woozy from battle 
blood loss.  A fight with a tresspasser left me a bit worse for wear.  But Hortence fixed 
me right up.

I've got it!  General Clayston!  He makes for such a fun curmudgeon.  Oh,  He died of 
old age.

Hmm........

Oh look!  The Carlstayton's are hosting a party tonight.

Looks like I will be dining out.

~Lord Kellington

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