Hmmm. stuff
Corinna and Mick went to Killarney yesterday, as it's her last full day in the country. I am full of warped and twisting envy at Mick for having a cool, intelligent attractive gf (No, not really) though the idea of getting engage at 23 would give me the screaming meemies. (Well, i was not so uncouth as to ask, but Corinna showed me the Claddagh ring Mick got her)
I went to work, did very little, went to Moll Darby's, discovered that cute Belgian girl who was messing with burning things (performance art) wasn't there that night, had some nice chowder, went into the bar, and discovered it not to be to my taste, i.e. no clientele below the age of 28, though the trad music was okay.
I went over to Mick's house (I may have been home some time in the last three days but I'm not sure) and met someone new, Máiread, who http://www.livejournal.com/users/ulhorse/ apparently knows (mmm, yummy, cute, in both ways)
Then, Dave, poor bastard walked Mairead home, all the way to Thomond, and I had the interesting experience of triggering a 45 minutes long bitching session, about one group of friends from another.
In the backlog of life stuff that was not ljed.
Corinna, Tobias, and Annabel came to visit Ireland, and verily they were cool, and intelligent, with good taste in music, particularly cool German punk. I lost my housekeys, and it was at least ten days before I got new ones cut. Another Russian Lithuanian moved into my house, called Natasha, and good looking. My bike's back wheel got kicked by some wanker, and the repairs are removing €40 from my moolah. I'm starring in a play with my cousin Nick, playing a character that won't be terribly hard, as he's really, really twitchy, and hyper caffeinated, something I can empathise with. On two separate occasions I bought 5 bottles of vino in Fine Wines for €20, and drank large quantities (the white stuff is far more palatable than €4 wine would suggest) I had a long involved conversation with Darragh, and I was more than an hour late for work for the second week in a row, opening on saturday morning. Last week that was okay, as it was clock wickedness, but this week, it was the aforementioned booze.
BarryH, stop stalking me.
I went to work, did very little, went to Moll Darby's, discovered that cute Belgian girl who was messing with burning things (performance art) wasn't there that night, had some nice chowder, went into the bar, and discovered it not to be to my taste, i.e. no clientele below the age of 28, though the trad music was okay.
I went over to Mick's house (I may have been home some time in the last three days but I'm not sure) and met someone new, Máiread, who http://www.livejournal.com/users/ulhorse/ apparently knows (mmm, yummy, cute, in both ways)
Then, Dave, poor bastard walked Mairead home, all the way to Thomond, and I had the interesting experience of triggering a 45 minutes long bitching session, about one group of friends from another.
In the backlog of life stuff that was not ljed.
Corinna, Tobias, and Annabel came to visit Ireland, and verily they were cool, and intelligent, with good taste in music, particularly cool German punk. I lost my housekeys, and it was at least ten days before I got new ones cut. Another Russian Lithuanian moved into my house, called Natasha, and good looking. My bike's back wheel got kicked by some wanker, and the repairs are removing €40 from my moolah. I'm starring in a play with my cousin Nick, playing a character that won't be terribly hard, as he's really, really twitchy, and hyper caffeinated, something I can empathise with. On two separate occasions I bought 5 bottles of vino in Fine Wines for €20, and drank large quantities (the white stuff is far more palatable than €4 wine would suggest) I had a long involved conversation with Darragh, and I was more than an hour late for work for the second week in a row, opening on saturday morning. Last week that was okay, as it was clock wickedness, but this week, it was the aforementioned booze.
BarryH, stop stalking me.