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squeefulfish) wrote2007-06-17 02:40 pm
squeefulfish) wrote2007-06-17 02:40 pm
And on the 7th day, Sarah rested and saw that it was good.
Busy week of normal chores that I've not been doing because of exams and the like, lots of throwing out of crap that's accumulated over the last 9 months. Housework no longer entertains me like it used to. But there is now much less clutter in my life. In many respects.
However, very entertaining weekend. Friday evening was meeting more people than I expected at the airport, then scrummy wine that I need to drink more of sometime. Saturday, Merrion Square and the street performance festival of joy and laughter and "you're going to try and juggle an aluminium chair, a 7 foot plastic pipe and an airbed (still in box)?" And some guy's birfday thing later on. Maybe. People were eating cake so I'm guessing birfday.
I may have needed that.
I definitely needed my new soon to be made into a T-shirt instructions for polite conversation. Apparently "I want to play with my bubbles" falls into the don't say category. But I kinda do. Sarah with bubbles is a joyful creature indeed.
All lovely apart from the "my eyes are all pupils because I've something illegal in my system" man that decided to sit beside me on the bus home last night. In direct violation of the unwritten code of public transport where you just don't sit beside someone unless there is no other option. There were many other options that he walked past to get to me (hadn't removed coat at that point so the boob-revealing dress was not on display. So neither were the boobs.) But he seemed to think he had a chance with me. I know this because he said so. Repeatedly. Apparently I was being not terse enough with my replies because of the whole hair stroking thing and then ass grabbing as I left the bus that happened. Thankfully he understood that if he didn't remove his hand from my person that I would remove it from his and... well.. I didn't need to, so there's no need to ruin the illusion of me being a well brung up lady. And there was me thinking that the only point over the weekend that I might need my bodyguard was at the airport. Ah well.
Overall though, delightful weekend. Sort of thing I need far more of in my life. Now, if I could just figure out how to reverse the polarity on my freak magnet I'd be a very happy Sarah indeed.
However, very entertaining weekend. Friday evening was meeting more people than I expected at the airport, then scrummy wine that I need to drink more of sometime. Saturday, Merrion Square and the street performance festival of joy and laughter and "you're going to try and juggle an aluminium chair, a 7 foot plastic pipe and an airbed (still in box)?" And some guy's birfday thing later on. Maybe. People were eating cake so I'm guessing birfday.
I may have needed that.
I definitely needed my new soon to be made into a T-shirt instructions for polite conversation. Apparently "I want to play with my bubbles" falls into the don't say category. But I kinda do. Sarah with bubbles is a joyful creature indeed.
All lovely apart from the "my eyes are all pupils because I've something illegal in my system" man that decided to sit beside me on the bus home last night. In direct violation of the unwritten code of public transport where you just don't sit beside someone unless there is no other option. There were many other options that he walked past to get to me (hadn't removed coat at that point so the boob-revealing dress was not on display. So neither were the boobs.) But he seemed to think he had a chance with me. I know this because he said so. Repeatedly. Apparently I was being not terse enough with my replies because of the whole hair stroking thing and then ass grabbing as I left the bus that happened. Thankfully he understood that if he didn't remove his hand from my person that I would remove it from his and... well.. I didn't need to, so there's no need to ruin the illusion of me being a well brung up lady. And there was me thinking that the only point over the weekend that I might need my bodyguard was at the airport. Ah well.
Overall though, delightful weekend. Sort of thing I need far more of in my life. Now, if I could just figure out how to reverse the polarity on my freak magnet I'd be a very happy Sarah indeed.