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St. Patrick's and a couple other items from the last two weeks

My son Richard went to see Debbie, the nutritionist at the endocrinologist’s office. His track record (no pun intended) on getting his daily insulin injections has improved dramatically. Finally! That’s awesome! Sadly, though, in the meantime, his grades have gone downhill. This is due in part to the fact that he has trouble getting his ass out of bed in the morning. I can totally relate, but he’s really bad at it on some days. Days like today, he was a little late, and that only because he got a ride to school.

My brother Gus turned what he calls fifty-something. I think he’s 56. I got an email from my sister Karen that went to me, my brother Gus, and my sister Laurie. This got Gus and me chatting on a couple things, and got Laurie and me chatting as well. It’s quieted down again, but it’s nice to know they have email access. I should write to them again. None of them has a MySpace account, though.

On St. Patrick’s Day, I let Cady know I was heading home from work, which gave her about half an hour to get ready to go. She said she was going to get in the shower. I got home shortly before Ray and Aeddan arrived from Longmont and started to get myself ready as well. With everyone there and just about ready to go, Cady finally decides to step into the shower. Slowpoke.

The six of us (Ray, Aeddan, Richard, Cady, Gene and I) went to Bennigan’s for dinner, which is about as Irish as my favorite Irish beer - Killian’s (brewed by the Coors brewing company, Golden, CO). The corned beef and cabbage was pretty bland, but the Irish whiskey was decent. We ate, we talked, it was fun. The waitress gave us beaded necklaces at the end of the meal. We didn’t even have to show her our boobs! I totally would have, too.

Afterwards, Cady took the baby over to her friend’s house and she and her friend attempted to go to a karaoke bar. I heard something about how that didn’t work out, but I don’t know what they ended up really doing. Ray and I went to a movie - The Other Boleyn Girl. I’d highly recommend it, though there’s a whole lot of "giving birth" scenes in it, and quite a few things that I would like to have gotten more detail on. In my opinion, the king looks like Brandon, a local IFGS’er.

After the movie, we were walking to the truck and went past a bar, Bar Louie. We went inside and over to the fire place to warm up. It’s a really cool-looking fire place with white crystal-looking stones through which the gas rises and burns, so it looks like the crystals are on fire. I want one! We tried a drink they called the Irish car bomb, which is a 50/50 shot of Bailey’s and Jamison Irish whiskey dropped into a half-glass of Guinness right before you drink it. In my couple attempts, I could not figure out a way to drop the shot into the beer without sloshing something onto the floor. When I got done drinking, it looked like I hurled on my feet! Ray and I hung around for a couple hours playing darts and sharing a Reuben. At the end of the night, we were tied at two games apiece in 301 (where you try to get to exactly 301 points first). Not bad for $2. The darts, I mean. There might be a tie-breaker in our future!

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posted by Brett @ 10:53 AM