Alive
I am.
Just recovering from an unexpectedly longer journey than I’d thought, and a horrid bout of the gastric bug in the last day; catching up with my kids after a wee; and just have mundane things to take care of awaiting me here. I’m trying to catch up with y’all slowly in my usual random way so if I haven’t been around commenting, don’t think I’m ignoring you. Some running around to do but back to normal in a couple of days I expect.
Blog awards – fantastic. Drinking – industrial. People – wonderful. Only complaint – didn’t get to meet Sneezy for the lunch we’d planned.
Was on the same plane as Snoop Dogg and his man-mountain body-guard bling-horses. Close up he looks just like Snoop Dogg. He needs to fire his pig-tail advisers though. Candy pink and red translucent bobbles he had on the ends of them, such as would have provoked a covetous punch-up among the beyatches in a kindergarten girl-gang’s wendy-house.
Pip-pip, mofos.
March 6th, 2008 at 6:48 pm
Catching up with my kids after a week, that is. Although keeping one’s bladder regularly evacuated is key to good urinary tract health.
March 6th, 2008 at 6:49 pm
I put on two pounds in Dublin from the sheer eating and drinking of the thing.
March 6th, 2008 at 7:19 pm
Huzzah! And indeed, Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!
March 6th, 2008 at 8:32 pm
Kebabs? Beer?
March 6th, 2008 at 9:25 pm
Glad you’re still around and making the rounds, as it were. “Industrial Drinking” sounds fun, albeit not for sissies. That is, after all, why they call it “industrial.” I respect and applaud your industriousness in so doing.
Cheers.
March 6th, 2008 at 9:27 pm
It lives! Hooray!
But what’s with the weigh-in, Sam? And after a dose of the gastrix!
March 6th, 2008 at 9:35 pm
mmmmmm…I’m thinking of the size of that chicken sanger you were trying to eat that night.
That was about 5 lbs in itself.
March 6th, 2008 at 10:24 pm
fmc, not weeeeeeeeeee, hun, nope, not at all, more woooooooooooooooe.
Bock, and chips and as many sausages as a hungover hussy can possibly gobble each morning at breakfast. And, the beer, and then all that other beer and oh God, the gin and… oh dear.
Rand, there weren’t nuthin’ sissy about these beery shenanigans, and as for my sipping industriousness, why I’m all about the work ethic, bro.
Conan, before the gastrix I suspect there was probably at least another two pounds hanging off me carcass. And I wouldn’t say “lives” exactly.
Devin, I think more than one chicken had to die for that sandwich, toots. And more than one mayonnaise bottle emptied. Still, I wouldn’t have changed a bit of it. At that moment it was manna to my tongue.
March 6th, 2008 at 10:31 pm
God love you, nothing for it but to go on the beer. I’m at the rouge meself.
March 6th, 2008 at 10:34 pm
Welcome back, Sam. I think Manuel Stimulation may have written about you in his blog. Did you meet the fella?
March 7th, 2008 at 12:34 am
Awh sam I’m glad you got home safe n all……..It was great to meet you….but we need more time to really catch up…….next time though……..and was Snoop dog in Ireland then? eh?
March 7th, 2008 at 1:30 am
Conan, I have a thing to go to on Saturday where there will be nothing for it but to drink. All my liver quivers at the thought. Rouge you say? You have a stout heart, a soaring soul and a liver of purest sponge, indeed you do, good man.
Manuel, we will that. It’s too bad the night went so fast – there wasn’t that much time for the proper work of socializing what with that pesky awards carry on getting in the way of our good time. Fab night all round though, je pense. Ole Snoopers was on the Atlanta-LA leg of the journey.
March 7th, 2008 at 1:37 am
Nanas, I think I deleted your paragraph there by mistake! I did indeed meet the inestimable Estimulo and a finer devout senor you could not hope to meet. One of these days I’m coming to the congo to meet you, you know. I’m flying in Air Ape and together we shall sip banana cocktails and talk of nonsense. I believe I shall wear a hat.
March 7th, 2008 at 5:13 am
snoop still flies commerical? shoooooot dawg.
and pardon the comment eavesdropping, but might i suggest that the hat you wear to the congo include a mosquito netting veil. they’re all the rage these days.
glad you’re back. writing drivel isn’t as self-satisfying without your random commentary.
March 7th, 2008 at 6:38 am
Yup. Me too. It would’ve been nice to comment in person.
March 7th, 2008 at 7:26 am
Good times, but too fast. Friday was barely over and it was Saturday. Do it usually happen like that?
And I feel a tad guilty for not pushing you harder with the phone numbers. There was a wave of drink welling up within and without, and my very reason for being got confused.
March 7th, 2008 at 9:28 am
Sam it was an absolute pleasure to meet you. I think I owe you a drink… next year k?
Glad you got home safe!
March 7th, 2008 at 9:39 am
it’s good you’re back. cheers to that (haha)
I kinda envy you for that trip to the emerald island. glad it was good.
get well soon. hugs:)
March 7th, 2008 at 9:43 am
Hooray you are back… more news… go on tell all.
March 7th, 2008 at 12:20 pm
She lives!!!
March 7th, 2008 at 12:39 pm
Hola Sam the PCB!–
I am glad to read you make it home. Do not worry about the weight increase. Jesus loves a fat bird!
March 7th, 2008 at 2:51 pm
Welcome back home. I would burst into some sort of song and dance but I don’t act like that. Really, I don’t
March 7th, 2008 at 4:46 pm
“catching up with my kids after a wee”
made me grin, thanks for that,
sorry about the being ill bit, being ill stinks, I got the flu recently and my lovely symathetic doctor said there is nothing worse for a mother than being ill herself.. glad you are feeling better.
March 7th, 2008 at 6:47 pm
Kara, he didn’t look happy about it. There was “weather” in Atlanta adn we had all sorts of delays. One of his bodyguards had to sit back in coach with us and I had to feel for him. He was 7ft if he was an inch and about 2 seats wide. He’d have been hard-pressed to get comfy in first. It must have taken him whole minutes to take of all his bling to get through security. His medallions were as big as temple gongs.
Primal, it was a bloody tragedy, not getting to meet you. That was supposed to be one of the highlights of the trip. I think I may just have to go back to Dublin next year too, at which time we shall get another shot at it. I shall begin saving my spondulas now. You’re right, Dublin is helluva expensive. I love the place though.
Eolai, don’t you dare feel guilty – I took down the number with a lip liner in my wee black book but when I went hunting for it couldn’t find it again. You are in no way responsible for my heinous drunken loserness. As it happens I found my book in my duffel coat pocket on the way back but when I looked at the lipliner number it was all smudged and hadn’t really been written down under my best number-writing conditions. You did your best, my hairy chum. It was rather a brilliant weekend though, wasn’t it.
Deb, cheers! And likewise, it was a pleasure – hope to see you next time!
Jenpen, I returned to a lovely card from you – thank you so much for the Granny Marthas for the girls! They wore them to school and are taking them on Monday for “sharing-time”. It was so thoughtful of you. “I love Jenny” was what the wee one said.
birchy, I would if I could remember half of it, darlin’. Next year you’re coming though, right? Right!!
Kim, I’m only now starting to feel life return to my liver, dear Kim. By the time I poured myself back onto the plane you could have sliced me up, put me on a sarnie and called me a pickle garnish.
Manuel, I was an eating drinking beastroid all weekend. So much fried food, so few Rennies.
Brianf, a likely story. I’m picturing you in top hat and cane as I type. You’re dancing like its 1999, baby!
Honey, thanks – I’ve been over to yours to have a catch up. How’re you feeling, more like? You’ve been through the wars, missus, and no mistake. x
March 7th, 2008 at 10:14 pm
My cup runneth over. You’re back and GG has just reappeared. What happened to Mum? You didn’t forget and leave her in Ireland did you?
March 8th, 2008 at 4:12 pm
Fab to meet you, Sam. Sorry we didn’t get a chance for more of a chat – I disappeared pretty early. See you there next year maybe
March 9th, 2008 at 8:00 am
It’s been years since a hot chick wrote my number in her little black book with lippy. Still waiting on her call too.
March 9th, 2008 at 11:54 am
Is it Mr Snoop Diddly Dog who isn’t allowed into the UK, or his mate Mr 50 pence? I will get into the Irish blog awards next year if I have to dress in green and sing Delaney’s Donkey whilst riverdancing on Terry Wogan’s head.
March 10th, 2008 at 7:44 pm
My sympathies over the gastric flu: we’ve all managed to get it here, too, and it is no joke. I’m all cheered up that you’re back safely!
March 11th, 2008 at 4:47 pm
Ack, I’m far too tardy getting over here to say Cheers! You are a lovely woman, Sam, and it was a pleasure to meet you.