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I turned twenty-six at the weekend, an event I've been dreading as the evil thirty figure draws ever closer. I wasn't in much of a mood to celebrate that, so on Saturday, I was in Dublin celebrating my last day of being twenty-five and awesome. I was with family and friends in a bar comfortably away from the chaos of Temple Bar where there was a live band. I had lots of fun, let my hair down (literally and metaphorically) and had a rendition of Seven Drunken Nights dedicated to me.
My first act upon turning twenty-six as the hours rolled into Sunday morning was to go to the loo and vomit. Classy, huh? My only defence is that I was trying to relive my twenty-first birthday. Incidentally, I am twenty-one forever, now, and don't you forget it.
Work's been more gentle this week than usual, so that's pretty good. Attended Russian class yesterday and was horrified at all these absurd grammatical rules suddenly assailing the class (as
hobbitblue predicted).
I'm just coasting along this week, looking forward to an arty day out in Liverpool on Saturday with
jaffacakequeen and
kristoferllama. I've dropped alcohol from my diet (well, till Saturday) and I'm eating pulses and fish and all those boring things. It must be my age. >:
My first act upon turning twenty-six as the hours rolled into Sunday morning was to go to the loo and vomit. Classy, huh? My only defence is that I was trying to relive my twenty-first birthday. Incidentally, I am twenty-one forever, now, and don't you forget it.
Work's been more gentle this week than usual, so that's pretty good. Attended Russian class yesterday and was horrified at all these absurd grammatical rules suddenly assailing the class (as
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Yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly ould fool...
I saw a horse outside the door where my old horse should be
Well, I called me wife and I said to her: Will you kindly tell to me
Who owns that horse outside the door where my old horse should be?
Ah, you're drunk,
you're drunk you silly old fool,
still you can not see
That's a lovely sow that me mother sent to me
Well, it's many a day I've travelled a hundred miles or more
But a saddle on a sow sure I never saw before (and so on)
Happy Birthday, sweetheart, and my apologies for missing the big day. I wish I'd been in Dublin celebrating with you, but honestly, can we tone down the 'Woe, I am 26' ? a wee bit? It makes those of us at the half century mark feel our footing at grave's edge give way just that little but further!
Re: Yer drunk, yer drunk, ya silly ould fool...
I used to sing that a lot as a child. Heehee. You've known me since I was a fresh-faced teenager! Woe, woe!
*Ahem*
*Will stop now*
woe
I do believe I'm owed a drink/sing-a-long with you at some point... shall have to rectify that.