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the_siobhanI tried to get work done. I really did.
The siren call of spring dragged me out of my house and into the thick of the dog-poo and mushy show. I couldn't control myself.
Spring is one of my favourite seasons. I love any season where nature picks up and starts moving shit around. When I was a kid I used to wander down into the ravine every year and fall into the creek. Some things haven't changed -- I strongly advise any Torontonians with geomorphological interests to meander through Trinity-Bellwoods park. Erosion and continental drift are being recreated for any drunken bint in Wellingtons to wander through and marvel at. Wear something waterproof.
(It turns out that I have an exposed nail in my boot. One that is digging interesting holes in my feet. Gives you an idea of how crap my skin is that it took me a week to notice.)
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caspervonb that sitting on a patio somewhere was a really good way to inaugurate his return to the city, cause you know, playing hookey isn't nearly as much fun if you have to do it all by yourself. Much to my delight, he agreed. electrolyte, the_axel, and mr_sharkey showed up as well.
There is an old story about a witch who hid her heart in order to keep it safe. Usually, she's an asshole and the hero/heroine has to find it in order to kill her and save the day. My heart is much safer, it is broken up into pieces and placed very carefully into the hands of those who I know will protect it.
It's funny, there are people who you don't even talk to for months at a time, but if they go away it's as if East stopped existing. I missed being able to just call him up at random and say, "Oi, this fucked-up thing happened the other day -- lets go for a beer and we'll blather about it."
That kind of shit, I notice.
So instead we catch up in a packed bar with a select number of cool and sympathetic friends, otherwise utterly surrounded by yabos in green wearing big-ass felt green caps and cardboard shamrocks around their necks, doing things with food-colouring that probabaly would have gotten you run out of Ireland on a fucking rail if you had tried it back when I lived there.
Yep. St Patricks day.
Or as we of Irish blood prefer to refer to it, "amateur night".
The siren call of spring dragged me out of my house and into the thick of the dog-poo and mushy show. I couldn't control myself.
Spring is one of my favourite seasons. I love any season where nature picks up and starts moving shit around. When I was a kid I used to wander down into the ravine every year and fall into the creek. Some things haven't changed -- I strongly advise any Torontonians with geomorphological interests to meander through Trinity-Bellwoods park. Erosion and continental drift are being recreated for any drunken bint in Wellingtons to wander through and marvel at. Wear something waterproof.
(It turns out that I have an exposed nail in my boot. One that is digging interesting holes in my feet. Gives you an idea of how crap my skin is that it took me a week to notice.)
I managed to convince
caspervonb that sitting on a patio somewhere was a really good way to inaugurate his return to the city, cause you know, playing hookey isn't nearly as much fun if you have to do it all by yourself. Much to my delight, he agreed. electrolyte, the_axel, and mr_sharkey showed up as well.There is an old story about a witch who hid her heart in order to keep it safe. Usually, she's an asshole and the hero/heroine has to find it in order to kill her and save the day. My heart is much safer, it is broken up into pieces and placed very carefully into the hands of those who I know will protect it.
It's funny, there are people who you don't even talk to for months at a time, but if they go away it's as if East stopped existing. I missed being able to just call him up at random and say, "Oi, this fucked-up thing happened the other day -- lets go for a beer and we'll blather about it."
That kind of shit, I notice.
So instead we catch up in a packed bar with a select number of cool and sympathetic friends, otherwise utterly surrounded by yabos in green wearing big-ass felt green caps and cardboard shamrocks around their necks, doing things with food-colouring that probabaly would have gotten you run out of Ireland on a fucking rail if you had tried it back when I lived there.
Yep. St Patricks day.
Or as we of Irish blood prefer to refer to it, "amateur night".
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Date: 2003-03-18 05:20 am (UTC)Urrgh!
Date: 2003-03-18 07:47 am (UTC)6 hours of drinking on a Monday night for Gods sake.
I knew exactly how I'd feel at work this morning.
Why do I do this to myself?
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Date: 2003-03-18 11:28 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2003-03-18 07:57 am (UTC)Or as we of Irish blood prefer to refer to it, "amateur night".
This made me smile... which I really needed.
I wanna move to tronno... and I wanna be a trophy wife.
Know anyone on the prowel for a blonde that can educate and cook (but perfers not to clean)?
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Date: 2003-03-18 03:45 pm (UTC)>Or as we of Irish blood prefer to refer to it, "amateur night".
That reminds me of St. Patricks day a couple of years ago.
A found myself down at my favorite pub getting drunk (like I often did back then) and chatting to some Irish bloke who was over in Sweden for a few weeks due to work. Somehow st. Patricks day comes up and he says, "You know this really reminds of St. Patricks day back in Ireland". I look around and notice the complete lack of green anything, "how so?" I ask. "A bunch of people down at the pub, getting drunk, and ignoring the fact that it's St. Patricks day" was his reply.
I now measure all St. Patrick days against that one.
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Date: 2003-03-20 07:01 am (UTC)Or as we of Irish blood prefer to refer to it, "amateur night".
That's how I always thought Irish people felt about it, but my Irish SO has a tendency to get excited about it. (Or uses it as an excuse to go drink lots of Guinness).
We just got back from a week in Dorset, which is so rural and Proper English, I didn't see a single reminder that it was St. Patrick's Day, and totally forgot that it happened.