Cats, Rats, and Twinkletoes
It's a gas thing with Irish people, but we have this habit of saying things that are actually quite meaningful if you ever listen. Just now 2 of my colleagues are on the phone I hear, one after the other, "Ah not too bad". It's a gas phrase.
-How are you?
-Ah not too bad.
As in bad but not TOO bad. Standard (cryptic) answers for the same phrase include:
-Ah sure you know yourself
-Could be worse
-Motoring along
-Up to 90
-Still Alive
All of these phrases are amusing in there own right, and although they deserve more questioning, are designed to let you leave it at that. Of course, once you start into how someone REALLY is, you'll never hear the end of it.
-How are you?
-Ah you know yourself. The auld cancerous lump is nearly certainly cancerous and I've been having trouble with gout on me feet and me ingrown toenails are killin' me but sure you'll have that!
But that is not what I was going to write about today. I was going to have an aul rant about the weekend. Sure, an' dint I have a grand time o' it? Friday involved too much garlic followed by drink, but Saturday was interesting. I went out for dinner with my buddy Ceartaighsin, a tall lanky sorta fella who'd probably do well in a mafia film. Actually, he's a pet and when you're in his company you feel like the centre of the world. He was all dickied-up for work and I was jeering him I'd tell his girlfriend that we'd gone for a date. Afterwards, I went to a party of my friend Moon. There were some boring people there as there inevitably are, but before long the gin did it's job and I was dancing. I'd bought a bottle of gin on my way down and got ID'd, despite the fact that I am nearly 7 years over the legal drinking age. Not only that, but the shop was my feckin' local for years, and they serve 15-year-olds and all!
Anyway, I ended up dancing salsa in my heels (and strange holographic dress that I bought in a fit of madness one day)on a slippy wet floor. I haven't danced salsa in ages. I was being spun this way and that and it was exhilirating cos I was about a centimetre away from falling on my snot the whole time. Everytime I was spun around I kept spinning. And the guy I was dancing with was a decent amount taller than me.
I walked home with Piscin later, and the Lord of the Dance. I dunno how I got the impression he'd nowhere to stay ( I suspect he lied and told me so), but anyway, since I knew he was gay I invited him to stay in my house. Sure enough, I was being an eejit and before I know it I am being embraced by another goddamned green-eyed brown-haired musician. I swear to god, I don't know what's wrong with me! But I haven't laughed so much in years!
The next day I went for breakfast with him and who should we meet but Piscin so I invited her along too. I'd already decided that although Lord Twinkletoes is very intelligent and likeable, that he is also a liar and drama queen extraordinare. If he likes me he can damn well pull up his socks and chase cos I am not chasing him. I'd fun and I appreciated the warmth, but the fact is that the previous time we met, I boxed him solid and you can bet he deserved it. Although he's forgotten, I have not. Anyway, I decided it was fun and that was that.
So we had breakfast in a kip where the landlord slammed everything down on the table until he cracked a cup, and then we saw a film. The Merchant of Venice. Al Pacino gives one of his best performances in one of the worst-ever films that I have had the misfortune of seeing. As we left, Lord Muck asked for my telephone number and has texted "goodnight"s since. Messer. We'll see what happens.
Rather than dwell on it, last night I went out with Bradley who is over from the States. He is gay also, so I warned him that I'd just taken advantage of a gay guy and to watch out cos he is my type...we'd a great night, and I played at Crow's gig and Bradley insisted that Crow likes me. I think to be honest that Crow saw Bradley and was jealous I was paying attention to Bradley rather than him, but I suspect he doesn't really have an interest in me other than when he sees I'm with someone else. Silly really, but there you go. I'd be lying if I pretended it was more.
In any case, my best friend is disgusted with me, another school mate thinks I should hop along after the Lord of the Dance, Bradley thinks I should chase Crow, Crow thinks I'm mad, and you know what? I really don't care and I fully intend to do nothing other than keep going out and doing my thing, only try not to get into so many situations.
Tonight I plan to stay home, but we'll see if that happens or not. It usually doesn't
On another note, my cat loves Bradley, which has led to lots of nasty jokes which I probably encouraged. My sister is giving away cats to practically everyone she meets, and I toyed with the idea of sending him to her.
-How are you?
-Ah not too bad.
As in bad but not TOO bad. Standard (cryptic) answers for the same phrase include:
-Ah sure you know yourself
-Could be worse
-Motoring along
-Up to 90
-Still Alive
All of these phrases are amusing in there own right, and although they deserve more questioning, are designed to let you leave it at that. Of course, once you start into how someone REALLY is, you'll never hear the end of it.
-How are you?
-Ah you know yourself. The auld cancerous lump is nearly certainly cancerous and I've been having trouble with gout on me feet and me ingrown toenails are killin' me but sure you'll have that!
But that is not what I was going to write about today. I was going to have an aul rant about the weekend. Sure, an' dint I have a grand time o' it? Friday involved too much garlic followed by drink, but Saturday was interesting. I went out for dinner with my buddy Ceartaighsin, a tall lanky sorta fella who'd probably do well in a mafia film. Actually, he's a pet and when you're in his company you feel like the centre of the world. He was all dickied-up for work and I was jeering him I'd tell his girlfriend that we'd gone for a date. Afterwards, I went to a party of my friend Moon. There were some boring people there as there inevitably are, but before long the gin did it's job and I was dancing. I'd bought a bottle of gin on my way down and got ID'd, despite the fact that I am nearly 7 years over the legal drinking age. Not only that, but the shop was my feckin' local for years, and they serve 15-year-olds and all!
Anyway, I ended up dancing salsa in my heels (and strange holographic dress that I bought in a fit of madness one day)on a slippy wet floor. I haven't danced salsa in ages. I was being spun this way and that and it was exhilirating cos I was about a centimetre away from falling on my snot the whole time. Everytime I was spun around I kept spinning. And the guy I was dancing with was a decent amount taller than me.
I walked home with Piscin later, and the Lord of the Dance. I dunno how I got the impression he'd nowhere to stay ( I suspect he lied and told me so), but anyway, since I knew he was gay I invited him to stay in my house. Sure enough, I was being an eejit and before I know it I am being embraced by another goddamned green-eyed brown-haired musician. I swear to god, I don't know what's wrong with me! But I haven't laughed so much in years!
The next day I went for breakfast with him and who should we meet but Piscin so I invited her along too. I'd already decided that although Lord Twinkletoes is very intelligent and likeable, that he is also a liar and drama queen extraordinare. If he likes me he can damn well pull up his socks and chase cos I am not chasing him. I'd fun and I appreciated the warmth, but the fact is that the previous time we met, I boxed him solid and you can bet he deserved it. Although he's forgotten, I have not. Anyway, I decided it was fun and that was that.
So we had breakfast in a kip where the landlord slammed everything down on the table until he cracked a cup, and then we saw a film. The Merchant of Venice. Al Pacino gives one of his best performances in one of the worst-ever films that I have had the misfortune of seeing. As we left, Lord Muck asked for my telephone number and has texted "goodnight"s since. Messer. We'll see what happens.
Rather than dwell on it, last night I went out with Bradley who is over from the States. He is gay also, so I warned him that I'd just taken advantage of a gay guy and to watch out cos he is my type...we'd a great night, and I played at Crow's gig and Bradley insisted that Crow likes me. I think to be honest that Crow saw Bradley and was jealous I was paying attention to Bradley rather than him, but I suspect he doesn't really have an interest in me other than when he sees I'm with someone else. Silly really, but there you go. I'd be lying if I pretended it was more.
In any case, my best friend is disgusted with me, another school mate thinks I should hop along after the Lord of the Dance, Bradley thinks I should chase Crow, Crow thinks I'm mad, and you know what? I really don't care and I fully intend to do nothing other than keep going out and doing my thing, only try not to get into so many situations.
Tonight I plan to stay home, but we'll see if that happens or not. It usually doesn't
On another note, my cat loves Bradley, which has led to lots of nasty jokes which I probably encouraged. My sister is giving away cats to practically everyone she meets, and I toyed with the idea of sending him to her.
posted by Green Glass Beads at 00:00
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Brad from the States is GAY? Is that why he and Jen split up?
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