Visitations

jaaam and lil_nibbler have been visiting all weekend, yay! Howevers, I am now both very tired and also very tired.

Friday was Paddy's Day, as all right thinking people in the world would surely have known. In the spirit of the season, I indulged a touch and was, shall we say, a wee bit tipsy. Some might call it well and truly shit-faced, but I like a bit of class in my analogies. As neither jaaam nor lil_nibbler drink, I'm sure they had all the fun in the world watching me and my friends getting progressively rowdier as the night wore on. I know they left before we made our way to the pub though, so maybe they should be grateful for small mercies...

Saturday was possibly the greatest day of my life, hangover excepted, as Ireland beat England at Twickenham to take the Triple Crown. It would have been nice if Wales had beaten France so we could have had the tournament, but what're you gonna do? Maybe hit some Welsh people, I guess. And give Shane Horgan a big kiss for that try.

Yesterday I took the girls out to Meadowhell, which oh so very much lived up to its name, then cooked them barbeque chicken for a final dinner.

All in all, a very, very busy weekend. The funnest part is how it's been topped off by a delightful spot of insomnia. Brain no worky so good no more.