2000-10-14 || 11.10a

The Mahones

Yugh. My hands are full of black hair dye. Lover's walking around the house with a plastic bag on her noggin, and trying to keep from staining the couch... and it's not even noon yet.

Walked into Hurley's last night to discover that the Mahones were playing upstairs. No cover. There was no way we were walking away from that. They were playing really LOUDLY, and at one point the Bass player noticed that Lover and I were blocking our ears. He mouthed 'Too loud fer yaz?' at us, to which we looked all bashful and took a draught from our pints.

Of course the tin whistle player was giving Sister AND Lover the eye all night, even going so far as to wink at both of them. Hoping for a Lover-Whistler-Sister sandwich, I guess, the dirty dog...

Uhm, and there was this rediculously attractive red-haired woman who kept trying to make eye contact with me *ego puffs out*, even though I was not only obviously with someone, but someone I always find to be the best girl in the room (okay, maybe that part's not obvious, but it's still true).

At any rate, it was a drinkin' and singin' good time. When we got to Lover's Grandmaman's later (babysitting a pregnant pug, can you believe it?) We each had a vodka and herb drink of some sort, and watched Poetic Justice in French on TQS. Janet didn't look so good...

When we woke up this morning, Lover was pretty freakingly ill, but she still hasn't puked and she seems better, so I guess there's hope for the rest of the day...

Good thing, to. We were doing groceries at 9.30a on the way home.

To-night, it's off to the countryside to have din-dins with Lover's Mother.



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