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Feb. 7th, 2005 12:09 amSo, 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.
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.
