It was another quiet St Patrick's for me. I'd promised a friend and colleague I'd help out with his therapy-dogs-for-students event on Sunday and he was kind enough to give me a ride there and back. (Vague notions of having brunch in E-town first came to naught.) It was the easier gig imaginable: I stood at the door and chatted with the fellow volunteer holding the clicker and occasionally did head counts to make sure we weren't over capacity. And at the end, I went around and took pics of dogs wearing kitchy green headgear.
Back at home, I fixed me some colcannon and oven-fried fish. I managed to forget my wallet, but Devon is still the kind of market where I can leave my bag at the checkout, run home, and come back to fetch it without anyone raising an eyebrow. I got a surprising amount of reading in (finishing a short story i nGaeilge about ducks from Ó Flaithearta) given that at points I was so sleepy I nearly conked out on my feet.
Oddly, I didn't do any drinking at all the night before, even though I did lead a little posse from the neighbours' to sample my alcohols. But I was up later than recommended because one of the posse was just so fucking cute and sweet that I didn't want to let him out of my sight if I had another option, which I did until nearly one a.m. so there it is.
No, all my drinking was Friday night when I was out seeing the aforementioned friend and colleague play a show with an old classmate at a local pub. I talked one of my neighbours into coming along and it was quite gratifying seeing her and another colleague's wife get on like a house on fire. She brought along a gay friend, as did I, and it was gratifying seeing the two of them form a burning building of their own.
Rounding out the weekend was lunch with![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
zompist and his wife at a location he selected in Albany Park. Unfortunately it was something of a bust, a grimy hole-in-the-wall with oldschool American Chinese food. I suggested we get dessert at a big pink neveria I'd ridden past on the bus and that made the whole trip worthwhile. Plus I cadged a ride home with them and offloaded some old books on them.
But maybe the most worthwhile bit of the past three days was waiting for them to arrive (they are chronic lateniks) and retreating to a park where I could lie back in a sheltered spot and soak up the sun. It was hardly above freezing and not a thing is in leaf yet, but after the winter we had it felt like full spring.
Back at home, I fixed me some colcannon and oven-fried fish. I managed to forget my wallet, but Devon is still the kind of market where I can leave my bag at the checkout, run home, and come back to fetch it without anyone raising an eyebrow. I got a surprising amount of reading in (finishing a short story i nGaeilge about ducks from Ó Flaithearta) given that at points I was so sleepy I nearly conked out on my feet.
Oddly, I didn't do any drinking at all the night before, even though I did lead a little posse from the neighbours' to sample my alcohols. But I was up later than recommended because one of the posse was just so fucking cute and sweet that I didn't want to let him out of my sight if I had another option, which I did until nearly one a.m. so there it is.
No, all my drinking was Friday night when I was out seeing the aforementioned friend and colleague play a show with an old classmate at a local pub. I talked one of my neighbours into coming along and it was quite gratifying seeing her and another colleague's wife get on like a house on fire. She brought along a gay friend, as did I, and it was gratifying seeing the two of them form a burning building of their own.
Rounding out the weekend was lunch with
zompist and his wife at a location he selected in Albany Park. Unfortunately it was something of a bust, a grimy hole-in-the-wall with oldschool American Chinese food. I suggested we get dessert at a big pink neveria I'd ridden past on the bus and that made the whole trip worthwhile. Plus I cadged a ride home with them and offloaded some old books on them.But maybe the most worthwhile bit of the past three days was waiting for them to arrive (they are chronic lateniks) and retreating to a park where I could lie back in a sheltered spot and soak up the sun. It was hardly above freezing and not a thing is in leaf yet, but after the winter we had it felt like full spring.