I hope everybody had a good St. Patrick’s Day. We went to the Irish pub down the way, which we do frequently, to hear a band that we enjoy, whom we also hear frequently. Except that there were all these people there. Like Chreasters only drunk. Huh.
I don’t begrudge folk the right to have a whiskey or two on St. Paddy’s Day. That’s a thing; I get it. Being fairly sober amidst a mess of drunk people, though, is only entertaining for so long.
At one point I was in the restroom line with six rather drunk strangers. I was texting with a friend that I had left unattended in the bar while I undertook this rather lengthy adventure. One wobbly lady nearby yelled at me, “I hate that. Put your damned phone down and live in the moment!”
I blinked at her. “We’re in line for the toilet.”
I have decided that I will only go to the pub in the regular season and avoid the high-feast days.
Work’s been nuts. It’s left me a bit of a basket case. Duress is good for my knitting productivity, though. I’ve knit two hats, most of a sweater and I’m at least halfway through a shawl. (It only really gets serious if I start cranking out knitted zombies again. I think we all remember where that led...)
Two separate people recently recommended Jenny Lawson as a good match for me. I’m choosing to believe this is because she is funny and clever and not in any way due to my current fragile mental state. Either way, I picked up one of her books and it turns out she’s funny and clever. I recommend Furiously Happy. The bit about the freaky taxidermied raccoon and the cat rodeo was particularly entertaining.
You should check it out. You’d like it. You know, because you’re funny and clever.