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Yes I will yes
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
hobbitblue predicted).
I'm just coasting along this week, looking forward to an arty day out in Liverpool on Saturday withjaffacakequeen 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
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. >:
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.
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CONGRATSULATINGS! 26 is a good age, much better than 21!
I've been a wild rover for many a year
And I spent all my money on whiskey and beer,
And now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more.
chorus: And it's no, nay, never,
No nay never no more,
Will I play the wild rover
No never no more.
I went to an ale-house I used to frequent
And I told the landlady my money was spent.
I asked her for credit, she answered me "nay
Such a custom as yours I could have any day."
chorus
I took from my pocket ten sovereigns bright
And the landlady's eyes opened wide with delight.
She said "I have whiskey and wines of the best
And the words that I spoke sure were only in jest."
chorus
I'll go home to my parents, confess what I've done
And I'll ask them to pardon their prodigal son.
And if they caress (forgive) me as ofttimes before
Sure I never will play the wild rover no more.
chorus
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Russian grammar is mental. I'm going to keep at it, though! I'm not confident enough to try another language just yet -- good luck with the Hebrew!
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I'll be around the rest of the week... waiting, but not for Godot.
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*Raises glass*
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Russian - nominative, genitive, locative, OMGZative!
Have a good time with
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I found this band called 'Of Montreal' and I don't know if I like them/him or not. It's very 60's pop with today's electronica. However, I bought it because it reminded me of your soon-to-be trip to the Great Satan and his Little Minion. *moo ha ha ha*
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Age....
I will never ever grow up and that's end of it. :p
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cant wait for a nice day out i am going stir-crazy i need culture.
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God I feel so old....
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(Thanks for the wishes.)
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It just doesn't make sense! >:O
Thanks. Looking forward to Saturday. Muhahaha.
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Also! I had my mum listen to those Valo songs and she asked me to burn them onto a CD for her - she adores them. You ought to be paid as his PR person.
UR OLDER AHAHAHAA
(Srsly we r d00med)
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Re: Age....
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(I slay myself!)
Seriously - every kind of bean under the sun, chickpeas and lentils, all that nonsense. They make me feel awesome.
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He should record more Finnish songs!! I'd make a great PR person, save for the fact that he'd keep asking me to keep my hands to myself. Or, you know, at least not in his pants >:)
What's twenty years and five days, eh?
I don't have a d00med icon.