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Dec. 16th, 2007 04:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
squeefulfishBit of a rollercoaster of a weekend. Started off with excitement and enthusiasm that changed into frustration and paranoia at having two sets of arrangements arranged and then cancelled just as quickly.
Took a long time to work up the energy and enthusiasm to go to Dublin but in the end was very very glad I did. There had been cookies that I was going to bring, but, well, I eated them. The mead seems to get better and better each time, or I'm less feckin' Irish about taking compliments than I was. Orders for next year have been noted. My cheek muscles still hurt from the smiling, similarly my vocal cords from the squeeing. As for my poor poor tummy, it hadn't been in the best shape all week and then I threw all the tasty sugary goodness in the world at it. Some of the tasty sugary goodness also went the usual route down the bra, as I discovered later on in the evening. Thought I'd picked most of it out, but no. Wonderful, wonderful evening, delightful company and just general wonderfulness.
Shopping and then home this morning. Got a few small stocking fillers for family but got so upset at having wallet nicked on the bus that I needed some joy and family got stocking fillers early. Wasn't much in the way of cash in the wallet, and thankfully just Mr. Visa to cancel but the loss of the student card is more annoying at the minute (hey, those discounts all add up, ya know, especially when you travel as much as I do.) And the book tokens. Whimper. Oh well. Now more content with coffee and cake and have stopped wishing horrible deaths upon whoever has my wallet. I'll be content for them to simply have something involving pustules.
Took a long time to work up the energy and enthusiasm to go to Dublin but in the end was very very glad I did. There had been cookies that I was going to bring, but, well, I eated them. The mead seems to get better and better each time, or I'm less feckin' Irish about taking compliments than I was. Orders for next year have been noted. My cheek muscles still hurt from the smiling, similarly my vocal cords from the squeeing. As for my poor poor tummy, it hadn't been in the best shape all week and then I threw all the tasty sugary goodness in the world at it. Some of the tasty sugary goodness also went the usual route down the bra, as I discovered later on in the evening. Thought I'd picked most of it out, but no. Wonderful, wonderful evening, delightful company and just general wonderfulness.
Shopping and then home this morning. Got a few small stocking fillers for family but got so upset at having wallet nicked on the bus that I needed some joy and family got stocking fillers early. Wasn't much in the way of cash in the wallet, and thankfully just Mr. Visa to cancel but the loss of the student card is more annoying at the minute (hey, those discounts all add up, ya know, especially when you travel as much as I do.) And the book tokens. Whimper. Oh well. Now more content with coffee and cake and have stopped wishing horrible deaths upon whoever has my wallet. I'll be content for them to simply have something involving pustules.
