Today is Thursday.
1 Comments Published by Oh Wayward One on 13 April 2006 at 4/13/2006 06:19:00 pm.
The bomb drops Friday. Tomorrow.
My baby & I will wake up A HELLUVA LOT EARLIER THAN WE SHOULD ON A DAY OFF, to hurry up and put clean sheets on the bed... my new fabulous bed.... that my PARENTS will soon be sleeping in, and drive an hour and a half to Shannon to pick the 4 of them up. ETA 10am. Look, see, they're already inconveniencing me... kicking me out of my own bed, making me wake up early on a day off, and they couldn't even have the decency to fly into CORK, but oh no, rather SHANNON. . .
ok. that's me being totally unreasonable for this thursday. I had to get it out of my system. That's just how my brain works when it comes to the 'rents.
the fact is, yes they could've flown into Cork rather than Shannon-- for an extra 400 bucks, and an extra added stopover. That's AFTER driving from JC to KC then flying to Chicago then flying to Dublin and then on to Shannon. And I OFFERED the bed. They OFFERED to stay in the computer room on the futon. I INSISTED. And I'm sure everything will be fine, what with the Aunt and Uncle coming along to mitigate any adverse situation which may arise between mother & daughter.
I'm not an asshole, I just have a cynnical attitude about my parents because we don't get along. It's really just very simple. I seem, however, to get into conversations about it ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME here, because Irish family units are so FRIGGIN TIGHT it's like . . . unbelievable. 25% More 20-30 year olds live at home with mammy than any other country in the world.
Ok I just made that statistic up, but I'm be certain it's true. All my guy friends here live or lived with their mammy til like, they either got engaged or well, no pretty much just engagement. There is no sense of need for independence in this culture. Dont know if it's the catholic thing or just that I lived in 3 other "weird" countries where people actually DESIRE to strike out on their own. I just dont get it.
(I found myself in this conversation at least 4 or 5 different times this week... mostly because my friends just can't understand why I wouldn't be OVER THE MOON that my parents are coming for only the 2nd time in my over 3 and a half years here) How many times did I hear the sentence "Ohhh well ye must jest be deee-liiiighted are ye???"
I'm like:
"um, no? I don't want my only easter holdiay of the year hijacked by people I dont even get along with? I'd rather go back to Greece for a week?"
COME ON!
Whatever, I've planned a pretty hard-core week for everyone.
Friday: Arrival. In fact, they're probably in the air right now. 10:00 E.T.A.
Drive back to Cork.
Have some toasted ciabattas with olives, feta, sundried tomatoes, and avocado. Or ham n' cheese if they're not down with jill's medeterranean taste sensation idea.
Do stuff, maybe walk 'em around the hood, whatever.
Lasagne for dinner
End the night playing CRANIUM and drinking wine & beer, getting loud and obnoxiously over-competitive as all board games should be.
Saturday. Drive east into Co. Waterford. Drop puppies off at kennel in Tallow.
Rock up at Maarten's stepdad& mom's B&B in Lismore. Fetch Maarten, and everyone go on a massive hike up the Vee (in the Comeragh's). End the day with a traditional music session in the corner pub, or if Peter (Maarten's stepdad) is feeling up to it after his massive operation or whatever it was, he'll probably hijack the night and fiddle himself to death trying to impress my likewise musically inclined relations. I kindof want to groan, here, at the thought of all the hoe-downing. But then again, they can't go all country bumpkin on us, considering the Irish only do the Irish traditional thing. Dad and Aunt P. will have to adapt.
Maarten and Mancakes and I will just drink a tankfull.
Sunday, wake up, drive an hour north/east to Kilkenny. Stay at Beech Lodge B&B. Hang out in Kilkenny. This part, we're doing for me and the boy... one of the few places left in Ireland we HAVEN'T managed to see yet. And it's a cool ol' town, I know. So that's good. The street with the most pubs in the whole country. woo hoo. Rents and Uncle/Aunt will be impressed with the massive castle in the middle of town, and all the traditional music sessions going on in every hole-in-the-wall in town. This is what Kilkenny is known for.
Monday, wake up, drive an hour south/east to Wexford. "The Sunny Southeast". County of 100's of miles of beaches, and sun, viking history, and medieval everything. I think they'll enjoy the B&B I booked. This place is actually a castle. We'll probably bring Cranium or Catch Phrase along so that when we get sick of my dad's incessent birdwatching on the coast, we can retire to the drawing room (GEEK!) and have more unnecessary yelling and competitive bitchery.
Then tuesday it's back to Cork, by way of Waterford. Hopefully I'll be able to convince my mother that the crystal factory doesn't really exist. Either that, or if she DOES figure it out, I'll take the guys off on a little side-trip down to Tramore or out to the pub or what have you. Pick up the puppies in Tallow on the way home, and arrive at the house in the evening.
Right. then there's tues, weds, and thurs night at our house, where we will likely play more games and drink mroe booze and I took off tues/weds. so there.
Walking around town, maybe off to Blarney, hit up the English Market, shop a little, relax, try to avoid fights.
They leave friday.
Thats the itenerary.
My baby & I will wake up A HELLUVA LOT EARLIER THAN WE SHOULD ON A DAY OFF, to hurry up and put clean sheets on the bed... my new fabulous bed.... that my PARENTS will soon be sleeping in, and drive an hour and a half to Shannon to pick the 4 of them up. ETA 10am. Look, see, they're already inconveniencing me... kicking me out of my own bed, making me wake up early on a day off, and they couldn't even have the decency to fly into CORK, but oh no, rather SHANNON. . .
ok. that's me being totally unreasonable for this thursday. I had to get it out of my system. That's just how my brain works when it comes to the 'rents.
the fact is, yes they could've flown into Cork rather than Shannon-- for an extra 400 bucks, and an extra added stopover. That's AFTER driving from JC to KC then flying to Chicago then flying to Dublin and then on to Shannon. And I OFFERED the bed. They OFFERED to stay in the computer room on the futon. I INSISTED. And I'm sure everything will be fine, what with the Aunt and Uncle coming along to mitigate any adverse situation which may arise between mother & daughter.
I'm not an asshole, I just have a cynnical attitude about my parents because we don't get along. It's really just very simple. I seem, however, to get into conversations about it ALL THE FRIGGIN TIME here, because Irish family units are so FRIGGIN TIGHT it's like . . . unbelievable. 25% More 20-30 year olds live at home with mammy than any other country in the world.
Ok I just made that statistic up, but I'm be certain it's true. All my guy friends here live or lived with their mammy til like, they either got engaged or well, no pretty much just engagement. There is no sense of need for independence in this culture. Dont know if it's the catholic thing or just that I lived in 3 other "weird" countries where people actually DESIRE to strike out on their own. I just dont get it.
(I found myself in this conversation at least 4 or 5 different times this week... mostly because my friends just can't understand why I wouldn't be OVER THE MOON that my parents are coming for only the 2nd time in my over 3 and a half years here) How many times did I hear the sentence "Ohhh well ye must jest be deee-liiiighted are ye???"
I'm like:
"um, no? I don't want my only easter holdiay of the year hijacked by people I dont even get along with? I'd rather go back to Greece for a week?"
COME ON!
Whatever, I've planned a pretty hard-core week for everyone.
Friday: Arrival. In fact, they're probably in the air right now. 10:00 E.T.A.
Drive back to Cork.
Have some toasted ciabattas with olives, feta, sundried tomatoes, and avocado. Or ham n' cheese if they're not down with jill's medeterranean taste sensation idea.
Do stuff, maybe walk 'em around the hood, whatever.
Lasagne for dinner
End the night playing CRANIUM and drinking wine & beer, getting loud and obnoxiously over-competitive as all board games should be.
Saturday. Drive east into Co. Waterford. Drop puppies off at kennel in Tallow.
Rock up at Maarten's stepdad& mom's B&B in Lismore. Fetch Maarten, and everyone go on a massive hike up the Vee (in the Comeragh's). End the day with a traditional music session in the corner pub, or if Peter (Maarten's stepdad) is feeling up to it after his massive operation or whatever it was, he'll probably hijack the night and fiddle himself to death trying to impress my likewise musically inclined relations. I kindof want to groan, here, at the thought of all the hoe-downing. But then again, they can't go all country bumpkin on us, considering the Irish only do the Irish traditional thing. Dad and Aunt P. will have to adapt.
Maarten and Mancakes and I will just drink a tankfull.
Sunday, wake up, drive an hour north/east to Kilkenny. Stay at Beech Lodge B&B. Hang out in Kilkenny. This part, we're doing for me and the boy... one of the few places left in Ireland we HAVEN'T managed to see yet. And it's a cool ol' town, I know. So that's good. The street with the most pubs in the whole country. woo hoo. Rents and Uncle/Aunt will be impressed with the massive castle in the middle of town, and all the traditional music sessions going on in every hole-in-the-wall in town. This is what Kilkenny is known for.
Monday, wake up, drive an hour south/east to Wexford. "The Sunny Southeast". County of 100's of miles of beaches, and sun, viking history, and medieval everything. I think they'll enjoy the B&B I booked. This place is actually a castle. We'll probably bring Cranium or Catch Phrase along so that when we get sick of my dad's incessent birdwatching on the coast, we can retire to the drawing room (GEEK!) and have more unnecessary yelling and competitive bitchery.
Then tuesday it's back to Cork, by way of Waterford. Hopefully I'll be able to convince my mother that the crystal factory doesn't really exist. Either that, or if she DOES figure it out, I'll take the guys off on a little side-trip down to Tramore or out to the pub or what have you. Pick up the puppies in Tallow on the way home, and arrive at the house in the evening.
Right. then there's tues, weds, and thurs night at our house, where we will likely play more games and drink mroe booze and I took off tues/weds. so there.
Walking around town, maybe off to Blarney, hit up the English Market, shop a little, relax, try to avoid fights.
They leave friday.
Thats the itenerary.
Damn, I'm tired just reading this!
Drink a pint or several for me and i'll have a birthday cheers for you!