Okay, Irish-ish. Just some odds and ends:
- Last night after Thom got his hair cut at Dupont Circle, we went back to Arlington to have dinner at Siné and get a jump-start on St. Patrick’s Day. I had some Killian’s, and the fish and chips, which was very tasty and comes in a huge portion. I was like, wow, exactly how many fish went into this?
- The StoryCorps segments on NPR often tug at the heartstrings, and this morning’s story, in which a son (diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome) interviews his mother, was so honest and sweet that both Thom and I were misty-eyed by the end.
- I really should build a fan site for cartoonist William Haefeli, but for now I’ll keep linking. In the current New Yorker: “We’re off to the tweed bar.” Nice.
Have a great weekend, kids. (The photo above was taken last year in the quirky gift shop at the American Visionary Art Museum in Baltimore. Instant Irish accent!)
4 replies on “Kiss me, he’s Irish”
I used to have a “Kiss me I’m Irish” shirt. I went to grammar school of predominately Irish Catholic, so I think that qualifies me.
I had a dream last night of being kissed by a tall, dark handsome man while the SF Gay Men’s choir performed a piece from the Kama Sutra: A Tale of Love soundtrack.
I forgot the first song the SF Gay Men’s choir sang, but it was a favorite of mine.
I think I’m tired of waiting for my boyfriend to show up in my life. Where is he, dammit?
You have fun too this weekend.
Mmmm. Fish & Chips. 🙂
I just saw that New Yorker cartoon this morning and thought it was great.
Hope you had a great weekend. Loved the cartoon.