I'm going to the Gaskell ball tonight after the Sox game. First time in a year. And this time, I'm wearing a dress.
I's been a dancey few weeks. I went to FNW a few weekends ago and learned to redowa. It was the best FNW I've been to, and the first time I'd been to one in Oakland. Somehow I finally managed to introduce myself to people I've seen many times at the Alameda ceili but never spoken with. We even stopped by Au Coq for afters, because I missed their carrot cake. Odd to think how much has changed in my life in the last two years.
The ceili continues to be tons of fun, though I got there late this week and only danced a few things. I hadn't had enough dancing for the week, apparently. On Thursday, Nick, C, and I were watching the Sox game at a bar. Seeing Papelbon pitch reminded us of his celebratory Irish jig after the American League championship, so C mentioned that he was planning to go to set dancing that night. I tagged along with him to the Plough & Stars. He took me there once last fall, and I enjoyed it. This time was even better, maybe because I'd been missing having a full live Irish band so much. I do prefer ceili to set, but I'd happily do either if the chance comes up.
For those who missed it, here is Papelbon getting jiggy (with the Dropkick Murphys, one of my favorite bands). What do you think: does he actually know what he's doing, or is he making it up as he goes?
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