And it's Monday again, so quickly.
Finally, I've hoarded up enough sleep to keep me chugging through at least the first part of this week. A long, warm nap in Central Park on Sunday helped enormously.
I've managed 3 hours of running over four days, which might actually put me back on track in the weight loss race. Now I need some quality weight lifting time. I really thought that my Entrepreneurship class - the only class I'm signed up for through September - would be "easy" and allow me more flexibility with my time (and thus gym days). Ha! We have deliverables every other day for that stupid class, and readings that make even me - Super Reader - despair. But somehow we're almost at midterms, so I think I'll survive.
I think the change in weather will also goad me to exercise more. I woke up this morning to sunlight and only slightly cool temperatures and jogged over to the gym (that two block jog is about as much as I can manage outdoors ~ give me my ArcTrainer any day). Over the weekend, we took advantage of the temperatures to enjoy the Park and to lumber on a few long and languid walks around the city, stopping in to visit friends, buy groceries and restock our wine fridge.
A couple of friends dear to us are leaving the city soon - and, as we learned yesterday, even sooner than we thought. We're trying to spend as much time with then as we can before the end of June, when they head off to Normal, IL. We went with them to see Up last night (in 3-D) at the Ziegfeld and fully enjoyed the movie and the company.
In knitting...well, there is none. I thought I might have something substantial to show you regarding the Mission Falls blanket, but it turns out that I've miles to go to finish and zero yarn to do it with. I've run out of all the yarn I'd gathered for this. I even cast off. But when I spread out the blanket...it's more like a skinny beach towel. Totally not what I was aiming to make and completely unacceptable as far as I'm concerned. It's time to set this one aside in the hibernating drawer until I find a nice Mission Falls Cotton sale. I haven't had the piece of mind to turn back to anything more demanding than garter stitch, what with the exams, then the vacation and now the Class from Hell.
But you probably don't care about all of that. You want to see what happened after naptime on our first day in Dublin, so here you go.
After napping, in which we missed an entire thunderstorm completely, we ventured down to the Temple Bar area - the hot spot bar scene - hoping to catch the Musician's Pub Crawl. Since we were early, we ducked into The Auld Dubliner Pub for a pint.
Ben ordered our Guinness, but as I snapped the photo, I noticed something odd.
Wasn't that guy in the background the same guy we'd chatted up while changing airplanes in the confusing Birmingham airport? Why, yes he was!
And soon we found ourselves raising a pint with our new friends, John and Lorie.
The Musician's Pub Crawl was sold out by the time we arrived, but we made reservations for the following evening and the four of us set out on our own little crawl through the Dublin Pub scene.
It was pretty easy, really ~ we followed the twangs and tweets of Irish music wherever they led us, which next turned out to be the Quays Pub where many of the locals were already in fine form.
...and rallied for another round of Wild Rover.
Our next quest took us to the Temple Bar in Temple Bar (confused yet?)
It kind of looks like this inside.
We clapped and sang along with the music, sipped our pints and celebrated until the band closed down.
Soon, though, we straggled out the door in search of food. On the way, we passed some of the street "talent." They go about this "entertainment" thing a bit differently in Dublin.
We dined at the Boxty House. Ben loved his steak and mushroom cheese covered boxty ~ they are like savory pancakes with various stuff on them.
After dinner, our new friends departed for their beds while we moved on to Gogarty's Pub for music from Gael Force and Irish Coffee. We were particularly enthralled by the way the bartender shook the cream by hand for our drinks. He pulled fresh cream from the fridge and literally spent the next 4-5 minutes walking around, shaking the cream in a container.
So yummy, yet so bad for sleeping! When Gael Force wrapped up, we stopped by one last pub on the outskirts of Temple Bar for a band reeling out country music classics while we downed a final round for the night.
Then, to bed, where I lay awake reading for an hour or so (damn coffee).