On Friday, I drank drinks and ate Indian food with some of the eircom kids. We all got old! Some people got married! Some more people will get married soon! We are all still lovely.
On Saturday, I had my hair cut, ate a tasty brunch with Laura, and went family visiting with my mother. I topped that off with a delicious meal prepared by my dad and sister, followed by a party where a man told me that I am "the happiest looking person [he had] ever seen". Mind you, I was at a party, it was about 3am, and I can get very gleeful.
On Sunday, I got up early (again) to see my mother off to France, discussed kitchen cabinets with my father, and then toddled off to what appeared to be THE baby event of the city, the Arlo's birthday party. I neglected to bring a baby, but kristamm
kindly came to my aid and let me borrow Toast for a while, thus averting the shame of being under accessorized. At this point, I was in a room full of small children, having had a grand total of about 6 hours sleep since Friday. Mind you, all the other adults there had probably been working that schedule for at least the last year (bar the folks with the TINY TWINS. SO SMALL.) Luckily, all the children present were remarkably charming, but I felt the need to put a certain amount of coffee into myself.
I followed that coffee with, eh, more coffee, and then some cascara at 3FE. So that's 10 hours sleep since Friday, and plans to go out again tonight. Today has been a bit more challenging than it really should have. Coffee is probably the answer, right? There's knitting in 3FE this evening...