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Dec. 27th, 2003 03:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radegundSo I suppose the Mad Whirl might actually now be said to have abated. Big sigh of relief.
We had our party, and it was cool! Thanks for coming,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ailbhe, daegaer, natural20, olethros and puritybrown - and I wish I could have talked to you all some more. In fairness, I should point out that I could with justification say the same thing to more or less everybody at the party, apart from, perhaps, the six or eight who stayed until the bitter end. By that stage, mind you, I had been prancing around hostessing for some eight hours, following a good five hours of frenzied preparation, so the conversation they got out of me was not precisely top-quality.
The day after the party, having cleaned up perfunctorily, we drove to Belfast to stay with some ofniallm's relatives, which was lovely and all too short. We did manage to see ROTK, though - in a practically empty cinema, moreover, and for £3.25 each. Which may not seem like a bargain to non-Dublin-dwellers, but having recently paid €8 each for Master and Commander we appreciated it.
We drove back on Christmas Eve (inadvertently missing the Dublin road in the outskirts of Belfast and ending up half way to Enniskillen before we got a useful turnoff, but hey), for lunch with my parents and family friends, then scurried home to prepare for mulled wine and cheese in a friend's flat on the way to Big Family Dinner at my cousins' house in Malahide.
On Christmas day I got up at the crack of bastard to sing, and resented it not too badly (and it was in fact lovely:glitzfrau and I and our four co-choristers who showed up were in very reasonable voice). I spent the afternoon enjoying my first spell of UNFORMATTED TIME in, oh, many many weeks, and then finished wrapping presents, headed to my parents for The Dinner, and then drove to Kildare to see Niall's ma. We stayed overnight with her, then drove back to Dublin yesterday, where we dined with more cousins of mine, pausing on the way there to visit our friend the Erisian. Dinner at the cousins featured an excessively cute eleven-month-old baby, who is my second cousin once removed, and a very drunken game of Trivial Pursuit, which our team lost, but only barely.
So although I've now officially been on holidays for a week, I'm only beginning to sink into that sense of calm and unhurriedness that I feel should characterise this time of year. Social engagements over the next week are mercifully sparse, and I plan to do a lot of lounging, a lot of reading, a lot of playing Heroes of Might and Magic 3, my all-time favourite game, a Mac edition of which Niall bought me for Christmas, because he's excellent.
Now excuse me while I go and help Niall mop the kitchen floor. We have half a dozen people coming to dinner in a couple of hours...
We had our party, and it was cool! Thanks for coming,
ailbhe, daegaer, natural20, olethros and puritybrown - and I wish I could have talked to you all some more. In fairness, I should point out that I could with justification say the same thing to more or less everybody at the party, apart from, perhaps, the six or eight who stayed until the bitter end. By that stage, mind you, I had been prancing around hostessing for some eight hours, following a good five hours of frenzied preparation, so the conversation they got out of me was not precisely top-quality.The day after the party, having cleaned up perfunctorily, we drove to Belfast to stay with some of
niallm's relatives, which was lovely and all too short. We did manage to see ROTK, though - in a practically empty cinema, moreover, and for £3.25 each. Which may not seem like a bargain to non-Dublin-dwellers, but having recently paid €8 each for Master and Commander we appreciated it.We drove back on Christmas Eve (inadvertently missing the Dublin road in the outskirts of Belfast and ending up half way to Enniskillen before we got a useful turnoff, but hey), for lunch with my parents and family friends, then scurried home to prepare for mulled wine and cheese in a friend's flat on the way to Big Family Dinner at my cousins' house in Malahide.
On Christmas day I got up at the crack of bastard to sing, and resented it not too badly (and it was in fact lovely:
glitzfrau and I and our four co-choristers who showed up were in very reasonable voice). I spent the afternoon enjoying my first spell of UNFORMATTED TIME in, oh, many many weeks, and then finished wrapping presents, headed to my parents for The Dinner, and then drove to Kildare to see Niall's ma. We stayed overnight with her, then drove back to Dublin yesterday, where we dined with more cousins of mine, pausing on the way there to visit our friend the Erisian. Dinner at the cousins featured an excessively cute eleven-month-old baby, who is my second cousin once removed, and a very drunken game of Trivial Pursuit, which our team lost, but only barely.So although I've now officially been on holidays for a week, I'm only beginning to sink into that sense of calm and unhurriedness that I feel should characterise this time of year. Social engagements over the next week are mercifully sparse, and I plan to do a lot of lounging, a lot of reading, a lot of playing Heroes of Might and Magic 3, my all-time favourite game, a Mac edition of which Niall bought me for Christmas, because he's excellent.
Now excuse me while I go and help Niall mop the kitchen floor. We have half a dozen people coming to dinner in a couple of hours...
