Freshly Cracked (Craic-ed)
We're back from Just a Bit of Craic (craic is gaelic for fun or entertainment, pronounced 'crack'). I sort of knew in the back of my head that it was in an old church, but it didn't really register that I would be sitting (aka grinding my tailbone and jamming my spine into) an excruciatingly uncomfortable church pew for two and a half hours. My back will require cracking after that. But Eve was gorgeous, and excited, and adorable hopping around up there. And my Mom kept her cool pretty well, even though it was long, and kind of chaotic, and the dude with the Irish brogue and the microphone who was m.c.-ing was freakin' unintelligible.
Eve's group was right before the intermission. Then they got to come and sit with us and watch the second half. The highlight was probably Eve's running commentary when a solo dancer came out, dressed sort of surprisingly in a tank top and boy-cut underwear and did a modern dance number (stuck in amongst the sparkly dresses and kicks and jigs, it was probably supposed to provide some variety, but it really was a little odd). Eve: "She's just gonna dance all by herself?" "Is she wearing shoes?" "She looks like she's just randomly moving". And then, when the dance move involved dropping precipitously to the stage: "She fell down!"
I'm happy she did it. And I'm happy it's over. And I'm happy that when I got home, there was a blog award waiting for me from the madly hilarious and kind and generous Mayor of Crazy Town. You know people that say it's an honour just being nominated, or the work is its own reward, and awards don't matter? Aren't they just adorably charming lying liars? I am ALL about the awards. Mayor Tracy, you're better than crack. So I'm supposed to give the award to five other blogs. These are some of the people that blog clean and deep; they contribute to my happy days:
Mary Lynn (naturally) from Riding in a Handbasket
Unknown Mami
Patti from Still Breathing (hope this doesn't seem too frivolous)
Lynn at Turtlehead
Pam at Easily Amused (good blog, and really the one you want with you when you're walking past rich people's enormous houses with dollar-store reflectors stuck in the lawn)
I'm happy. And really really tired.
Eve's group was right before the intermission. Then they got to come and sit with us and watch the second half. The highlight was probably Eve's running commentary when a solo dancer came out, dressed sort of surprisingly in a tank top and boy-cut underwear and did a modern dance number (stuck in amongst the sparkly dresses and kicks and jigs, it was probably supposed to provide some variety, but it really was a little odd). Eve: "She's just gonna dance all by herself?" "Is she wearing shoes?" "She looks like she's just randomly moving". And then, when the dance move involved dropping precipitously to the stage: "She fell down!"
I'm happy she did it. And I'm happy it's over. And I'm happy that when I got home, there was a blog award waiting for me from the madly hilarious and kind and generous Mayor of Crazy Town. You know people that say it's an honour just being nominated, or the work is its own reward, and awards don't matter? Aren't they just adorably charming lying liars? I am ALL about the awards. Mayor Tracy, you're better than crack. So I'm supposed to give the award to five other blogs. These are some of the people that blog clean and deep; they contribute to my happy days:
Mary Lynn (naturally) from Riding in a Handbasket
Unknown Mami
Patti from Still Breathing (hope this doesn't seem too frivolous)
Lynn at Turtlehead
Pam at Easily Amused (good blog, and really the one you want with you when you're walking past rich people's enormous houses with dollar-store reflectors stuck in the lawn)
I'm happy. And really really tired.
Comments
And thank-you ever-so-much for the lovely blog award. Garsh.
Thanks for the Bloggy! I'm such a newby at this but greatly inspired by you and your blog connections.
And how fun that I found your blog through Lynn at Turtlehead! I saw your comment and knew right away it was you!
And sounds like Eve had a good time and the craic was a success (minus the scantily clad modern dance odity).
Sounds good, doesn't it????
I'll put it on my site when I figure out how.