My speech was lovingly plagiarized, with a few HUSH references inserted for effect. Henry V’s monologue on the Feast of St. Crispin’s Day fit like hand in snow mitten for the Inaugural HUSH Supper on February 6. White mountains of stony frozen water would be traversed by a hearty few in quest of stories and spices. Feast and oratory I would provide.
Geeta I’s Feast of HUSH Supper Club Speech
This day is called the feast of HUSH Supper Club
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand tip-toe when the day is named,
And rouse him at the name of HUSH.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours.
And say ‘To-morrow is HUSH Supper Club Day’
Old men forget: yet all shall be forgot,
But he’ll remember with advantages
What feats he did that day: then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words
Geeta the chef, Brandon the server, Manju the line cook,
Be in their flowing cups freshly remember’d.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And HUSH shall ne’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remember’d;
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he today that shares spices with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition
And gentlemen in DC now a-bed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whilst any speaks
That dined with us upon HUSH Supper Day.
Alas, the speech was not to be. The weather gods won the epic battle, and HUSH guests were informed that 22 inches of white wrath had bested the bravest HUSH server. Our feast was forgone, and Henry V’s glory at the battle of Agincourt was spared mimicry.
Instead of feasts and glory, I was left with kilos of basmati rice and moong beans. But Shakespeare still had his say. I joined the Malcolm X Park snowball fight at 16th and W, NW. Hundreds of fighters pelted each other as I resurrected the battle of Harfleur:
Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more;
Or close the wall up with our DC dead.
No one heard me or got the reference… I missed many marks, avoided the worst of the balls hurling at me, and raised a glass to the feast that wasn’t.
Delayed, but not discouraged. HUSH will return.
Kenneth Branaugh as Henry V – St. Crispin’s Day