The social scene this weekend was filled with colour...
A visiting sailing group got a smidge raucous (this was beyond broken glass, we're talking stealing heritage photos from one of the pubs). And suddenly I felt very local, disapproving along with everyone else about the troublemaking youth-of-today-type visitors (because when we've drunk too much, we remain charming, witty company. A sheer delight to be with. I'm just sure of it).
Anyhoo, that local feeling continued last night, when a friend of my brother's was staying over. Within seconds of entering the pub, curious parties drew close. And suddenly, there were gauntlets of local opinions to run. The guy was appraised, scrutinized, interrogated, challenged - "we're very protective of Orlaith here" - and while not formally overtly threatened, there were veils a'plenty.
Seriously, meeting my family would have been easier. Or you know, some feral Rottweilers...
Pretty funny, though :-)
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hope it was worth it...
" ... meeting my family would have been easier ... "
You might like to think so. Oh yes you might. I've been there, Orlaith, and while it may be 15 years ago, the mental scars are still fresh ......
" ... a friend of my brother's was staying over ..."
So that's what we're calling him? Just so we get the terminology right :o)
Seriously, hope you had a nice weekend.
Well you could have avoided all that by not going to the pub, staying in, and having a nice bottle of wine and a chat. It was good enough for us all in the old days. Pub Schnub.
Wow. This is like Muppet Central. Pretty adorable :-)
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