trinityofone

This past weekend, I accompanied siriaeve on her Castle and Defensive Fortifications class field trip to Wexford, along the southeast coast of Ireland. The day started out shakily as we recovered from the shock of discovering that Siria's nemesis, Big Gay Matt (Siria, remind me of the origin of this name: is it derived from the fact that while Matt is not gay, he bears a remarkable resemblance to a slightly-melted Ken doll?) had brought along as his guest my classmate Joseph, a.k.a. "Alice is an imperialist bitch!" Sometimes? The world makes far too much sense.

But ANYWAY, they proved remarkably easy to ignore, as Wexford was wonderful, and aside from a brief interlude of hail while we were safely ensconced at the Templars' Inn pub (if you're ever in Wexford, don't eat there: they overcharge), we had glorious weather. And I took an obscene amount of photos—literally, until my camera battery gave out on me. So come, see...

( A 12th century lighthouse, a 14th century tower house, boats!, Siria being a dork, me being a bigger dork, a relative of a vaguely famous person, castle B&E, and a blow hole )

First, everyone everyone everyone needs to go check out the beautiful banner (and new layout) siriaeve made for me: looooooooooooook! So. Pretty. *happy sigh*

Second, I pretty much tied myself down and made myself write something for sga_flashfic: Truth, and Other Literary Endeavors, McKay/Sheppard (do I really need to specify that every time? When do I write anything else?), far from my favorite piece ever, but my God, was I glad to have written it. Writer's block sucks.

Third, thanks to the fabulous stop, the mix I made for _rfa has a permanent home. You can check out the track list here, and then the .zip file is available here (right-click save): I Think We're Gonna Like It Here.

Fourth, boggle at the fuckin' fantastic icon siriaeve made for me! This is from a shop in Dublin that I have written about before, and have since taken:

( Gratuitous photos of Sheppard's Hairdressing and Weir & Sons )

( Now, dorky photos of me, randomeliza, and siriaeve being...well, dorks )

( And the photo taurendur has been waiting for: me on top of Tara )

( Finally, my two favorite places I've never been )

Sometimes I love the world.

So...I haven't read my friends list in about two weeks. Anything vitally important I need to know about? Anything completely trivial you want to tell me anyway?

In the last three days, I've:

1) Drunk absinthe;
2) Watched Boa vs. Python;
and 3) Gotten violently ill.

Not in that order. *g*

What happened was this: Friday I woke up with positively the worst case of food poisoning I--or, I am still somewhat convinced, anyone has ever had. I had to cancel my plans with jarsy, and spent the entire day unable to get out of bed except for when I was dragging my sorry self to the bathroom. What a perfect farewell gift from 2005! Finally, a little after 10 p.m. I made one last stumble across the room to turn out the light, then collapsed back into my bed and slept for over 12 hours.

I woke up feeling, if not Magically All Better, then much less likely to pass out when I tried to take a shower, which was one of Friday's more entertaining interludes. When jarsy texted me to make sure I wasn't dead before inviting my reanimated corpse to a New Year's party with her, I decided I was well enough to go based on the fact that I was really, really bored. I got the DART out to Glenageary and met up with jarsy, who fed me yummy Malaysian food--the first thing I'd been able to keep down in almost two days. Then we watched part of The African Queen (a McKay/Sheppard fic absolutely needs to be written with the line, "I pronounce you husband and husband. Proceed with the execution"), raided her parents' liquor cabinet, and walked down to Dun Laoghaire for the party.

( trinityofone meets the Green Fairy--a tale of New Year's debauchery, with photos! )

The next morning, we summarily flipped off the entire concept New Year's resolutions by lounging around in our pajamas for hours. We watched the copy of Where the Heart Is that I had on my computer and cooed at David Hewlett in all his blond, babyish, bewinged glory; then jarsy finally got to see 'The Tower,' and our cooing turned to mockage. Eventually we decided we needed some fresh air, so we walked over to Dalkey, which is an adorable little town with a good bookstore and a nice, big pub. (If they built a movie theater, I could just about live there.)

( I took some pictures of Coliemore Harbour )

Once we had proved that we were Good People, At One With Nature, we went back to jarsy's house and ate some cheese. jarsy's mom was making liver, so I tried some. I can now say with certainty what I once only assumed: liver is disgusting. Then it was back to the guest room for several more episodes of SGA. We watched 'Duet' and 'Grace Under Pressure'--a hell of a one-two punch, that. Then we decided that we needed some variety, so we walked over to jarsy's local DVD rental shop. We were browsing and--I swear to God--looking for a nice screwball comedy like The Awful Truth when, lo and behold, what did my little eye spy? Yes, indeed: Boa vs. Python! jarsy was almost too embarrassed to rent it, but how could she--or any sane person--resist such a blatant show of fate, not to mention the lure of teh Hewlett? So out we waltzed, meeting the delivery man on the way and thus arming ourselves with curry as we prepared to watch the fakest snakes ever poorly animated.

( I can't believe I'm saying this, but--spoilers for 'Boa vs. Python' )

Eventually, I had to bid jarsy and the House of Hewlett Worship goodbye. I took the bus back into central Dublin, reading The Thorn Birds on the way. ( This was the last paragraph I read before I got off: )

Er, the bus. Before I got off the bus. *eg*

Anyway, it's been a pretty good resurrection so far. Happy New Year, all!