I didn't bother reading back through this. Sorry if there are typos.
Having St. Patrick's day as a celebration of the Irish would be like having Hitler day to celebrate Jewish people. St. Patrick wasn't Irish. He was English. He didn't rid Ireland of snakes, he killed and persecuted people of the indigenous religion.
Second, (and if the second issue was the only thing I found wrong with this day, I would still celebrate it) I dislike how Americans (and maybe people of other cultures, I don't know) take holidays as an excuse to get totally fucking wasted.
Third, saying you're "celebrating" the Irish by consuming green things and having Americanized, commercialized, bastardized tokens of Irish "culture" is kinda insulting to the actual culture of Ireland.
Okay. /rant about St. Pat's. We now resume our regular post.
Interesting and much traveled weekend. Friday went to Detroit with Trae to attend a munch (it's a social/networking meeting that involves food and deals with a particular topic or subject). Car trips with Trae are always fun and we always have an adventure. ^^ This time, the adventure was some guy who apparently took a liking to Trae as we were driving. He was pacing my car and eventually waggled his tongue at her! O.O Did he really think that would work? I then pulled evasive maneuvers and we avoided him for the rest of the car trip.
The munch was good, met some of Trae's Michigan crew, awesome people. ^^ One told me I'm too pretty to not wear a collar, so I should just keep wearing mine. It'll keep the vultures off. **giggles**
Sat. morning, I headed down to Cinci to visit Andy. Him, his sister Amy, and I went to a wine tasting at 2, which I just barely made it down for. Unfortunately, I hadn't had anything to eat or drink yet that day. This is the first time I was tipsy in the afternoon. Thank the gods they had snackies. I ended up eating a whole baguette myself. (It was a small baguette, though) The wines were all Italian (got to try 6) and I loved, loved, loved that the guy also talked about the culture and history of the area the wine was from. ^^ I bought two bottles of wine after the tasting. Andy bought 14. o.O I also got some awesome chocolate -- Valrhona, my favorite kind. Also, some roasted shelled cacao beans! :D And some chocolate with chili. ^^ Since the tasting was on the Ides of March, it was called "Red too, Brute?" XD
Saw Love Stinks that night. Painful movie, though also funny. Don't think I'll watch it again though. Unfortunately got horrible cramps that night. o.O Oyg. That wasn't fun. Between that, the dehydration from the alcohol, and the Aleeve to help with the cramps, I slept kinda funky and was all groggy this morning.
Interesting note (and warning to guys who get weirded by girly talk): during yoga, (and I may have posted about this before) if you're on your period, the instructor tells you not to do certain moves that pump the stomach, like breath of fire (repeated, rapid tightening and releasing of the abs). I thought it was kinda odd at first, but nope, she knows what she's talking about. I started yesterday and today in belly dance, we were doing all belly rolls, so I was pumping my stomach tons. Oddly, it really does pump it out at a quicker rate that it normally comes out on its own. o.O That was kinda weird.
It's funny how limbo can both be a fun thing and a frustrating thing, depending on mood. Maybe it's not frustrating when it feels like progress is being made? Or when I feel like I know even if things are stalled right now, when they start moving, they'll move in a direction I want.
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I said a Tina-ism this weekend (my sister has this amazing ability to unintentionally say really dirty things that were not meant in that way at all. w00t double entendres.) Shortly after I arrived in Cinci, we were on our way to the wine tasting and Andy and Amy were complaining about something and cussing a lot. I needed to call my dad to let him know I arrived safely and would prefer he not hear all that in the background so I asked them to stop for a moment. Unfortunately, I worded it as such, "I'm about to call my dad. Can we refrain from 'fucking' and other cus words for a moment?" Except I only got so far as "Can we refrain from 'fucking'" and then I suddenly realized what I said. Eep! o.O
Songs stuck in my head at the moment: "Diary of Jane," acoustic version, Breaking Benjamin. "Cheers, Darling," Damien Rice. "Quote" and "The Tease" by Evans Blue. Oddly, I'm not depressed right now. I have this odd tendency to really crave depressing and/or heartwrenching songs when I'm pretty cheery. I also have that tendency when I'm all period-y hormonal. So either way, it's going to be a depressing song day. :\