Good days are short and short days are, more often than not, good

 Ayaayaayaa! The watering hole which quenched the thirst of all with the magic water. 

The job of fork and spoon which made all forget the  definition of hunger.

The gigging to the music, both live and recorded which was another way of working out.

The ambience which made all feel at ease.

The serenity which allowed all to interact. 

The tranquillity which we last experienced at the get together. 

The speeches which perfumed the occasion. 

The order and organisation that handled the humongous populace with excellent skill and know-how.

The amnesiac effect which made all forget their hardships; at least for the while spent thereat.

The soft choreographed foot work exhibited by the Mayors wife as she danced to the tune and the rhythmic shaking of her well rounded bottom. 

The friendly weather which obeyed God's instruction by not drenching us with rain.

How proof was displayed for all and sundry to know that the loveliest moment is when work is done .

How the standards at the occasion showed several strata and notches above the ordinary. 

How the Mayor proved to all that he earned wings through principled hard and diligent work.

How the rewards of an acrimonious political campaign are really sweet.

How throwing an amazing party is a grand way of sharing happiness. 

I will not mean more by saying more but suffice it for me to say that the day was fabulous and full of splendour. 

All this boils down to one  thematic statement: 

Good days are short and short days are, more often than not, good