I never thought I'd see anything even close to paddy's again
just this instant walked in from a session that went from Kielys over to Enda's house and then a fun ride back with Peter and Laure.
Notable quotes:
(bump) "Ooh! Ahh!" (bump)
Peter's squeaky wiper-fluid squirties
"The best part of that tune was you kissin' the little frog there." (and he was talking about my ocarina.)
"A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far aw--- I mean, I CAN STILL REMEMBER..."
broke passover with.... a couple pieces of Easter chocolate from Ash, a cracker... and the only other thing I had was Guinness.
But that Guinness did taste nice.
that is such a Goyish/Irish way to break Pesach...
(was supposed to order food with ash but at half 8 she couldn't wait and got food with lauren. thus ruining my dinner plans. I WILL be eating out tomorrow, even if I'm alone.)
Spent just about all day today playing trad. How enjoyable!
Peter's off to use the next four hours to prepare for his 9am presentation. Meanwhile, Diarmaid went to sleep just after eleven.
As for me? Up sort-of early to polish the presentation I worked out before I went to the session (last) night.
Oh, also my Gaeilge teacher said my Irish was fantastic, and I got to compose a few conversation-ish sentences in Irish, like "As Colorado mé, ach tá mé.... in school... i mBoston," [I'm from Colorado, but I am "in school" in Boston] (in hindsight, I totally could have said tá mé in ollscoil [I am in university] i mBoston) and "tá Colorado go h-alainn" [Colorado is beautiful]. Peter perfected his "native" pronunciation of "Colorado" while I worked on my Hiberno-English "glare" (syllabic l, backer + higher vowel.) I met another South African at the session-after-the-session. Peter told me he'd teach me a tune that my limited-range ocarina can play.
My time of day seems to be the dark time. That's when all the awesome shit happens.
p.s. Peter and I have agreed that I'll take him home with me. I figure there are several ways in which this could be accomplished.
1) as we became married at the ceili, I'll take him home as my husband.
2) I'll stick him in a suitcase when I go home. He's so skinny, he can't be more than 50lbs.
3) in pieces. (this is the least fortunate way.)
Think I'll stick with #1.
AND, Skype worked for consistent periods! It's really really too bad NO ONE WAS THERE TO ANSWER. but it was okay, I left lovely rambly messages.
UND!
HAPPY BIIIIRTHDAY TOVAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the end.
Notable quotes:
(bump) "Ooh! Ahh!" (bump)
Peter's squeaky wiper-fluid squirties
"The best part of that tune was you kissin' the little frog there." (and he was talking about my ocarina.)
"A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far aw--- I mean, I CAN STILL REMEMBER..."
broke passover with.... a couple pieces of Easter chocolate from Ash, a cracker... and the only other thing I had was Guinness.
But that Guinness did taste nice.
that is such a Goyish/Irish way to break Pesach...
(was supposed to order food with ash but at half 8 she couldn't wait and got food with lauren. thus ruining my dinner plans. I WILL be eating out tomorrow, even if I'm alone.)
Spent just about all day today playing trad. How enjoyable!
Peter's off to use the next four hours to prepare for his 9am presentation. Meanwhile, Diarmaid went to sleep just after eleven.
As for me? Up sort-of early to polish the presentation I worked out before I went to the session (last) night.
Oh, also my Gaeilge teacher said my Irish was fantastic, and I got to compose a few conversation-ish sentences in Irish, like "As Colorado mé, ach tá mé.... in school... i mBoston," [I'm from Colorado, but I am "in school" in Boston] (in hindsight, I totally could have said tá mé in ollscoil [I am in university] i mBoston) and "tá Colorado go h-alainn" [Colorado is beautiful]. Peter perfected his "native" pronunciation of "Colorado" while I worked on my Hiberno-English "glare" (syllabic l, backer + higher vowel.) I met another South African at the session-after-the-session. Peter told me he'd teach me a tune that my limited-range ocarina can play.
My time of day seems to be the dark time. That's when all the awesome shit happens.
p.s. Peter and I have agreed that I'll take him home with me. I figure there are several ways in which this could be accomplished.
1) as we became married at the ceili, I'll take him home as my husband.
2) I'll stick him in a suitcase when I go home. He's so skinny, he can't be more than 50lbs.
3) in pieces. (this is the least fortunate way.)
Think I'll stick with #1.
AND, Skype worked for consistent periods! It's really really too bad NO ONE WAS THERE TO ANSWER. but it was okay, I left lovely rambly messages.
UND!
HAPPY BIIIIRTHDAY TOVAKS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
the end.