Happy Gingerday everyone!

A ginger combo for Monstee, a Hucktop, if you will.

Well now, here it is, 'nother weekend is upon us, Chumly Warners, most swiftly too, the best way to get a weekend.
I"m feeling rather chipper for some reason. Perhaps it is because I have yet to read a newspaper or check my email. Maybe i should keep it like that.
It has been a sunny week here, apart from the evening I went on my run, my first since my injury in the addidas road race. Then it rained, a lot. But no matter. I ran, the ankle held and tomorrow I"m going to take Country Gay's mad lovable dog on a hike that will wreck the two of us.
This week I also spent a goodly time doing crossfit (we're not worthy!) and noticing things like, hey, I can lift that and I couldn't last month, and almost perfecting the squat, which I hate and my heels still come slightly off the floor. I am learning to do push ups while in a hand stand position. That is velly difficult and I have fallen over more than once. But how nice to be in your mid-thirties and learn new stuff that half kills you and also makes you look great. Me likey. Me sore, but me likey.
It was a bloggy birthday for FatSparrow and The Hanger Queen and I have a photo and a song coming up in dedication, poor old Hanger was trying to organise a blogger meet up but was shot out of the sky by unfortunate circumstances, however I say fuck that shit Devin, re-start those engines and fly high and proud.
But it is another sunny day here in Dublin and the paramour is talking feverishly about bar-b-cuing stuff, and I have a lunch date with my Spanish friend- these are always entertaining. I will wave my arms a lot and talk pidgin English even though I am fluent in English and she will get mad because people 'don unner-sta' 'er when she talk-it.' This always happens and at some point she will look at me wearily and say, 'Cheesus, de peoples r estupid or wadt?" And I will shrug, 'No, de jus don leesten.' (which I'm glad about for they would think me a moron, we have tried in Spanish but she claims my accent makes her laugh)
We will then drink sambuca which I will remember I don like-it attall so I will pour the rest of mine into her glass while she's not looking.
So a fine start to the weekend so! The summer is nearly over, the days are growing shorter, I hope everyone has a super mega hella cracking weekend doing velly nice things with friends and family and for people going to Gorey, well, yes. I really hope you have a good weekend, just remember the Wicker man and Hill street Blues and stay out of Frenchs, it's a local bar for local people.