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[fantasticmuse]

So, I guess I have something worth writing about.

Went to Kate's house for Irish Night. Am absolutely filled to the brim with potato bread and soda bread and champ and bacon and cheese and no beer though. =(

Kate brews her own beer and still she wouldn't let us have some. Something about her being a professor and us being underage and wanting to keep her job, I don't know.

But anyway, we ate dinner and then Robert played the fiddle and sang in gaelic and Kate sang and played guitar and Michelle told the story of Fionn MacCumhail in her glorious accent and yey.

I'll do those squee/rant posts sometime, I promise.

Comments

[danachan.livejournal.com]

Mmm. What a lovely, lovely evening.

Kate brews her own beer and still she wouldn't let us have some. Something about her being a professer and us being underage and wanting to keep her job, I don't know.

Hee hee hee.

I mean.

:( meanie. *weeps for you*

[maetelle.livejournal.com]

Sounds like you had a really great time. :-) My freshman year my friend DiAnne did the best thing ever for St. Patrick's Day - she gave me a can of that green 7Up (green beer), a tin of sour creme and onion pringles (potatos) and some chocolate coins. It amused me greatly.

Something about her being a professor and us being underage and wanting to keep her job, I don't know.

That KILLED me.