Friday, March 21, 2008

A less than Happy ginger day.

As you can see from the expression on the ginger beebee, this is a most peculiar sort of Gingerday, full of fretful oddness and mild worry. Firstly can a Gingerday be a Gingerday with no pubs open? What are 90% of the population to do come quitting time? What are the people to do? Wither the sense of 'nearly there'?
Oh I know not everything should be about hooch, but really-if my two months on the dry taught me anything- it taught me Sunday to Tursday is ideal hoochless, but a Gingerday without hooch is a poor sort of day.
After a long week shouldn't the working stiff have somewhere to go to shake off the shackles of workly oppression and drown their civic responsibility in hoochy love? There ought to be. It ought to be written into the constitution. But no, 2008 and Good Friday ( what is so good about it I wonder?) means the god damned bars are closed.
I wonder what Smurf does when he's not serving up delicious foamy beers and limey rums? I've never given it any thought before. I'm no even sure I should BE thinking about it? I doubt Smurf would appreciate it either. We have a perfect relationship as is. I go to his bar on Gingerday, he serves me delicious hooch, I give him my money. We pass some pleasantries and then we forget about each other until next round. It's a finely balanced respectful relationship. And today it has been trifled with.
Le Sigh.
They had to go fuck with Gingerday. Oh religion, is there no end to your nefarious ways?
I am glumly going to go into my kitchen now, where the paramour is cooking a ginormous fry.
Sigh I say, sigh.



Anonymous sheepworrier said...

One of the few benefits of living up North is.... wait for it... THE PUBS ARE OPEN!!!
Well, at least till 10.00, but thats more than enough time to bask in the beery coolness of pintage and grab a wee carrout on the way home. Bliss.

Jump on the bus FMC and I'll stand you a few pints in Belfast.

11:22 a.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Argh, don't tempt me.

11:42 a.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

So what you're saying is that we should all have a few pints for you today? Done.

It looks like it's going to snow on this, the second day of spring, so I'm anticipating needing a couple good drinks tonight anyway.

12:01 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Yep Grims baby, you'll need them, to fortify yourself against the cold. Jeez, it stays snowy a long time where you live, not that it's sunshine and lollypops here yet, but it is definitely spring.

12:20 p.m.  
Blogger Andraste said...

Ireland needs to get out from under the papist thumb. Pubs shut on a Friday? It's a sin against humanity.

Did you stock up for home drinking? In the murky past here in Massachusetts you couldn't buy liquor on Sundays. We used to have to stock up on Saturday for our Sunday barbecues and whatnot. It was so stupid, supposedly to promote people staying sober on Sundays, and have family time...but the bars and pubs were open, and restaurants could serve. Defeated the whole "family time" purpose.

Now, thankfully, we've come out of the dark age.

Now I'm thirsty. 9 hours till beer o'clock. Will we never be set free?

12:21 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Not only are all the bars closed Andraste, but now we have church actively trying to get the GAA to stop holding junior matches on a Sunday morning as it means children and ergo their parents won't be attending the church, like the good little catholics they should be. Bleaugh. Seriously.
But have no fear, I'm well stocked up in the hooch department, as it seems everyone else is- if the buying frenzy yesterday in Superquinn was anything to go by.

12:31 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dude, we still can't buy alcohol on Sundays in Indiana--if we haven't planned ahead and want wine with our Sunday chicken, we drive to Michigan. Even worse, I went to college in a dry county in Kentucky, and we drove to Tennessee, which was fortunately only 15 minutes away, but still.

If we can get through this weekend, we've got honest-to-God spring temperatures right around the corner. And if I don't look outside, it isn't really snowing.

12:35 p.m.  
Blogger Twenty Major said...

Even worse, I went to college in a dry county in Kentucky,

A what?

12:44 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Dry county?
No pubs, no restaurants that serve booze, no off-license-type shops.

12:51 p.m.  
Anonymous sheepworrier said...

Grims: Don't upset twenty even further - he's in a very delicate place at the moment...

1:10 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

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1:12 p.m.  
Blogger Twenty Major said...

Why would anyone live in such a place?

1:13 p.m.  
Blogger Medbh said...

Smug Christians live in dry counties, Twenty. We lived in Kansas, a state which didn't repeal prohibition until the late 40s.

FMC, that baby is *eeeep* adorable.
I was caught unawares in Dublin on good friday one year. I wound up cooking dinner in exchange for vodka.

1:34 p.m.  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I really don't know how to account for my actions; there's no excuse.

The county went "moist" in the last couple years I was there--you could buy a drink in a restaurant as long as that restaurant made 70% of their revenue on food. I can only presume this meant a serious cooking of the books in a college town where kids derive most of their nutrition from beer.

The one bar/restaurant that opened near campus had $1.50 bourbon and cokes on Wednesdays, and $2 pints on Fridays, which went a long way towards healing old wounds.

1:37 p.m.  
Anonymous eva said...

Oh, I remember living in Ireland and laughing at the stupid closing of pubs on Good Friday. I know I should have been crying, but it was just too silly to cry about. Talk about hypocrisy. After the initial shock and raised eyebrows - followed by laughter in disbelief - I did what every other normal citizen in the country did: stocked up on booze as if the end of the world was near.
I feel for you, FMC, I really do - and I will raise my pint to you as I'm off to the pub soon!

1:49 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Medbh, that strikes me as a good exchange. The baby is quifftacular is he not?

Grims, I can see how the healing began, but Jesus, a dry country, I didn't even think such a place was possible.

Eva, enjoy it. I've twenty bottles of Stella ( you now, whenever I say the word Stella I immediately think of a shirtless Ned Flanders) sitting in the fridge, so don't cry for me too much. Also there is wine but curiously no rum. How can such a happening be?

2:18 p.m.  
Anonymous Sam, Problemchildbride said...

My only experience of that was shen we drove through Utah once and had to stay the night in a dry county. We were out of there by 6.30 the following morning. We didn't even stay for breakfast.

In Wisconsin they have counties where you can only have 3.2 bars - they are only allowed to sell beer under 3.2%. They tend to be rural but in a state where people spend winter weekends snowmobiling from one bar to the other, regularly crashing, it might not be such a bad thing.

3:49 p.m.  
Anonymous sheepworrier said...

Right, i'm off for some much anticipated pintage. Have a lovely Easter break FMC and assorted folks.

3:51 p.m.  
Anonymous Sam, Problemchildbride said...

That baby is gorgeous! The little cheeks! Never was there a child for whom the description "having a shock of hair" was more appropriate.

3:53 p.m.  
Blogger Medbh said...

That baby's so punk rock.

4:24 p.m.  
Blogger PI said...

It used to be like that in parts of Wales - on a Sunday. As a humble walker one couldn't help wondering what was going on behind closed doors.

4:25 p.m.  
Blogger fatmammycat said...

Lot's of filthy sex I shouldn't wonder, Pat, I bet the sales of baby oil rocketed.

Sam, I don't like babies as a general rule, but I passed one in Superquinn the other day with a proper russet top and big hazel eyes and I swear to marmalade I almost patted him. He was gorgeous. And smiley. Smiley babies are okay in my book.

Medbh, Rockerbilly surely?

Have a good one sheepie. I'm going to work here until 'bout six then I' going to kow this malarky on the head.

4:47 p.m.  
Blogger Dr. James McInerney said...

Andraste, you say that this Good Friday malarkey is a sin against humanity. Ironically, the church would say that Good Friday was humanity against sin.

Guess it depends on which way you look at it.

I'm with you by-the-way.

5:37 p.m.  
Anonymous laughykate said...

I must admit that I find it rather dreary everything is shut on Good Friday. Bloody waste of a holiday if you ask me. I was at the supermarket on Thursday night and you would have thought there was a famine on it's way with the amount of people there.

9:22 p.m.  
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