My weekend. So far.
Had Mexican potluck on Friday. Made salsa with papaya, pineapple, onion, peppers. Baked tortillas (half plain, half cinnamon-sugar). Made lime rice. Big hit. Did have to take some salsa home, but I think that’s cuz we ran out of chips. Played and interesting game involving passing an orange from between your chin and chest to another person. I was, of course, the weak link. The game evolved into seeing if anybody could either give or take with me, and nope, not so much. I’m so devastated; I wish I had other skills in life… ;) But it was fun to try and to watch everyone else.
Went to a thing on the Shankill hosted by the Millar Memorial Flute Band yesterday. Loads of ‘blood and thunder’ bands (the ones that march, including every 12th of July). Loads of kids running around with those sticks with balls on the end like the march leaders use, flipping them in the air, lots of Union Jack waving. All the guys reminded me of marines (current and retired), the setting was a bit like a drill hall. For ‘civilians’ out there, it was like if the town’s 4th of July parade was held in the firehouse. Some of the bands were really good, though. There was one from Glasgow, they were clearly the highlight of the event. Very professional uniforms, very precise, very talented. I was, of course, disappointed there were no bagpipes. (and no ‘Scotland the Brave’! What’s that all about?) There were moments where I felt out of place and a bit odd knowing the £3 entrance fee supported a band that marches to commemorate, among other things, a defeat of a Catholic king (and, ergo, all Irish Catholics ever created) centuries ago and used to remind people of that fact continuously. But for the most part it was pretty cool to watch.
Does anyone out there remember Christopher Pike books?
I was in that Nearly Sleeping zone and my brain was just sort of wandering. It was going in a Very Happy direction and then took a Very Ugly turn (no, K, nothing fell on me) and I was reminded of a particular Pike book. The girl’s boyfriend takes her to get an abortion and when they come back to their town, all this weird stuff is happening. It turns out it’s this girl who’d died (killed herself?) and all these stories she wrote that were coming true. In the end, the girl had dreamed it all and was still in the doctor’s office, but dying and she decided to die, thinking it would change. Leaving her boyfriend to drive home and pick up a hitchhiker who was you-know-who.
Sound familiar? Anyone remember the title, cuz it’ll bug me. Thanks!
Went to a thing on the Shankill hosted by the Millar Memorial Flute Band yesterday. Loads of ‘blood and thunder’ bands (the ones that march, including every 12th of July). Loads of kids running around with those sticks with balls on the end like the march leaders use, flipping them in the air, lots of Union Jack waving. All the guys reminded me of marines (current and retired), the setting was a bit like a drill hall. For ‘civilians’ out there, it was like if the town’s 4th of July parade was held in the firehouse. Some of the bands were really good, though. There was one from Glasgow, they were clearly the highlight of the event. Very professional uniforms, very precise, very talented. I was, of course, disappointed there were no bagpipes. (and no ‘Scotland the Brave’! What’s that all about?) There were moments where I felt out of place and a bit odd knowing the £3 entrance fee supported a band that marches to commemorate, among other things, a defeat of a Catholic king (and, ergo, all Irish Catholics ever created) centuries ago and used to remind people of that fact continuously. But for the most part it was pretty cool to watch.
Does anyone out there remember Christopher Pike books?
I was in that Nearly Sleeping zone and my brain was just sort of wandering. It was going in a Very Happy direction and then took a Very Ugly turn (no, K, nothing fell on me) and I was reminded of a particular Pike book. The girl’s boyfriend takes her to get an abortion and when they come back to their town, all this weird stuff is happening. It turns out it’s this girl who’d died (killed herself?) and all these stories she wrote that were coming true. In the end, the girl had dreamed it all and was still in the doctor’s office, but dying and she decided to die, thinking it would change. Leaving her boyfriend to drive home and pick up a hitchhiker who was you-know-who.
Sound familiar? Anyone remember the title, cuz it’ll bug me. Thanks!