Real Life Update (accompanied by gin)
I rarely do this, so here goes! Christmas, and all the accompanying drama, delights and deluges.
I spent christmas eve/day in Wills parents. It was a little strange, in that it's the first christmas ever I've been away from my parents. It was also a lot less drunken than I'm used to. The day was spent eating, watching Mrs Brown Boys and Doctor Who, drinking baileys, and was generally very quiet. There was no fighting, which was good, and the food was very traditional and very nom.
Then Stephens Day was glorious. Myself and Will had the house to ourself for a whole 24 hours, which just never happens. Curling up on the sofa eatting chipper and watching the Matrix (it had been ages, I'd forgotten it was actually good) and just generally being coupley was great.
Cut to yesterday, where I frantically got ready to get the five o clock train to Sligo, only to discover there was none. Seasonal timetable my ass, they've never done that before....they should have called it the recession timetable and at least been accurate. So I got the seven train, and arrived home to drink whiskey with Niall* and make a necklace/earrings for my mother for today. Which I am rather proud of, and shall take a picture of before I leave here.
Anyway, the reason she wanted new jewellery. We had a lunch party for 47 people today, not including my family. It would have been about 60, had the roads not been so icy. My parents house is designed for dinner parties....our main table seats sixteen, and it's open plan so there's enough room to add another four. The guests were an interesting mix, my old vice principal, my gp and the doctor who delivered me among them. Watching them interact was interesting. The more I observe the various groups of friends I have, versus my parents friends, I realise that they're essentially the same. Different vices, and different conversational topics, but there's the same stereotypes present always. Hell, at one point my gp and Bernadette (the first lesbian I ever met, and the best pizza maker I know. Is there a specific word for a pizza chef? Hmmm, I'm rambling in brackets. Can you tell I've been drinking?) were discussing the best way to rob a bank. That conversation has happened more than once in Capel Street.
My mother got intensely drunk once she'd finished serving food and whatnot. And was rather outrageous and amusing I must say. She decided that every man who said goodbye had to have their hair ruffled before they left. And also mused loudly about how one of the guests (a stove servicer, if that's the correct term) managed to get the girlfriend he has, and decided it was either superior intellect or "a big willy". I didn't get it from the wind folks! Oh, and told many, many people that she loved them. Altogether highly entertaining. Am I that entertaining whilst pissed, or just plain outrageous I wonder? In fact I'm not sure I want to know.......
Appetisers:
Smoked salmon pate on brown bread
Turkey live pate on wheat cracker
Mini yorkshire puds with horse radish and roast beef
Devils on horse back (dates wrapped in bacon and grilled)
Mains:
Vension Casserole or Chicken in Parmesan
Baby new potatoes
Barley, peppers and red onion salad
Red cabbage coleslaw
Deserts:
Fresh pineapple
Chocolate brownies
Mincemeat muffins
Chocolate sauce and/or cream
silver cross earrings
a green teddy
an ebony elephant family
usb keyboard hoover
a dove gift set (in a carrier case that will be EPIC for holding makeup, toiletries etc whilst in the field)
much chocolate
giant pepper grinder
tea caddy
a new knife
a paper blanks notebook and a gorgeous green notebook
some books
two stunning black wine glasses
boots
new clothes
Either way and anyway, the holidays have generally been great. Happy december festivities to you all!
*He's like my adopted brother, without the paperwork, and one of two people who I would call a best-mate friend-of-the-family for life person.
I spent christmas eve/day in Wills parents. It was a little strange, in that it's the first christmas ever I've been away from my parents. It was also a lot less drunken than I'm used to. The day was spent eating, watching Mrs Brown Boys and Doctor Who, drinking baileys, and was generally very quiet. There was no fighting, which was good, and the food was very traditional and very nom.
Then Stephens Day was glorious. Myself and Will had the house to ourself for a whole 24 hours, which just never happens. Curling up on the sofa eatting chipper and watching the Matrix (it had been ages, I'd forgotten it was actually good) and just generally being coupley was great.
Cut to yesterday, where I frantically got ready to get the five o clock train to Sligo, only to discover there was none. Seasonal timetable my ass, they've never done that before....they should have called it the recession timetable and at least been accurate. So I got the seven train, and arrived home to drink whiskey with Niall* and make a necklace/earrings for my mother for today. Which I am rather proud of, and shall take a picture of before I leave here.
Anyway, the reason she wanted new jewellery. We had a lunch party for 47 people today, not including my family. It would have been about 60, had the roads not been so icy. My parents house is designed for dinner parties....our main table seats sixteen, and it's open plan so there's enough room to add another four. The guests were an interesting mix, my old vice principal, my gp and the doctor who delivered me among them. Watching them interact was interesting. The more I observe the various groups of friends I have, versus my parents friends, I realise that they're essentially the same. Different vices, and different conversational topics, but there's the same stereotypes present always. Hell, at one point my gp and Bernadette (the first lesbian I ever met, and the best pizza maker I know. Is there a specific word for a pizza chef? Hmmm, I'm rambling in brackets. Can you tell I've been drinking?) were discussing the best way to rob a bank. That conversation has happened more than once in Capel Street.
My mother got intensely drunk once she'd finished serving food and whatnot. And was rather outrageous and amusing I must say. She decided that every man who said goodbye had to have their hair ruffled before they left. And also mused loudly about how one of the guests (a stove servicer, if that's the correct term) managed to get the girlfriend he has, and decided it was either superior intellect or "a big willy". I didn't get it from the wind folks! Oh, and told many, many people that she loved them. Altogether highly entertaining. Am I that entertaining whilst pissed, or just plain outrageous I wonder? In fact I'm not sure I want to know.......
Appetisers:
Smoked salmon pate on brown bread
Turkey live pate on wheat cracker
Mini yorkshire puds with horse radish and roast beef
Devils on horse back (dates wrapped in bacon and grilled)
Mains:
Vension Casserole or Chicken in Parmesan
Baby new potatoes
Barley, peppers and red onion salad
Red cabbage coleslaw
Deserts:
Fresh pineapple
Chocolate brownies
Mincemeat muffins
Chocolate sauce and/or cream
silver cross earrings
a green teddy
an ebony elephant family
usb keyboard hoover
a dove gift set (in a carrier case that will be EPIC for holding makeup, toiletries etc whilst in the field)
much chocolate
giant pepper grinder
tea caddy
a new knife
a paper blanks notebook and a gorgeous green notebook
some books
two stunning black wine glasses
boots
new clothes
Either way and anyway, the holidays have generally been great. Happy december festivities to you all!
*He's like my adopted brother, without the paperwork, and one of two people who I would call a best-mate friend-of-the-family for life person.