Counting down...

Hot damn! Yee haw! Etc! Just one and a bit more days of work, and then it's sweet, sweet holiday time! Two weeks of chilin' out back home, down on Rancho Relaxo (as Kel calls it), and maybe a little bit of skipping around town. Over two weeks there will be three concerts (Pixies! Scissor Sisters! Sleater-Kinney!), a wedding, a 21st, and the christening of baby Cathal. And so much sleep, it's almost indecent! I love sleep! I know very few people that gain more pleasure from buying sheets and duvet covers and pillowcases than I. Mmm...pillow...

Yeah, it probably will be indecent.

Oh, and the soiree was a great success. In that nobody gatecrashed, nobody was injured, nobody was sick, but everybody got a little bit merry! And who knew that we could party until 4.30 am? Amazing! Even more astonishing was the fact that I wasn't absolutely dying the next day. Such an anomaly is most welcome!

Much ado about the do

Do be do be do.

We're having a party in our place tonight. Well, technically a soiree. If it gets loud and fun, I suppose then it'll be a party. And maybe if the cops arrive, it'll become something else. And if we have gatecrashers, I get to knock some heads! So maybe I will have fun after all...

I've stocked up on the Nurofen and the Alka Seltzer and the paper towels. I'm such an aul wan. If I wasn't the one throwing this shindig, I probably wouldn't even be invited.