And I think to myself, what wonderful Wednesday.
Yesterday was just a great day.
Like Jack Osbourne once said to Kelly once when she derided him for getting excited about McRibs, "It's the little things in life that make a difference Kelly."
My first task of the day was to kill four hours in work in the morning. During this time, bets were placed on the squash game. I found an advocate in the office who placed two bets on my victory on the basis the impenetratable logic : "Ah, you can't beat the youth." "Foolish old man," I thought to myself with derision. I didn't bet on myself as I thought I would lose and didn't bet on my opponent because that really lacks dignity - something I struggle to maintain at the best of times (oh I'm so modest!).
I could bring some dramatic description to how the game went: the ups, the downs, the spectacular recoveries, the trick shots, the close-calls, the stench of man-sweat and blood - but let's just skip to the bottom line. I won. Boo-yah. In your face. Like my tie? Do ya? Do ya? (If that needs explanation click here)
I did feel a little uneasy about winning in retrospect(which I'll be honest I did literally by the proverbial skin of my teeth - before you ask, no I don't have any genetic mutation that causes my teeth to grow skin), but when the words of the foolish old man came echoing back to me in the final and deciding game and I thought about how his two euro were on the line for me, I realised that this was bigger than me - and he might buy me a danish with his winnings. He didn't though.
After the game I crawled to Dame Street and got a bit of lunch with Jenny which was very nice, and managed to cajole her into hanging about until Healy showed up. At this point he took up the cojoling baton and managed to get us (as well as two acquaintances of mine we happened upon - fair playt'im) into the pub for a couple of pints. Also very nice.
Pint number three came at the invitation of Conor just as I was about to go home with a nice big veggie burger in my belly and quite glad am I that I did not as it led to my having the pleasure of the company of two very beautiful French-women for a copule of hours. There's something very satisfying for a man about sharing the company of appreciable women. When I say that I don't mean to state an obvious or much-parodied/charicatured sexual issue, but rather that it brings a sense of well-being (all things going well) that emphasises one's manhood (don't snigger - that's not what I meant) and evokes emotions of the most healthy and paternal/masculine variety.
Ok I'm struggling to make any sense on this issue - so I will cease and desist. Suffice it to say I enjoyed their company and had a very nice day, all day, yesterday.
4 Comments:
Have you received the "letter"?
Yes my friend, I have received the letter. In fact the reason I am on the internet right now is to send you a note of thanks. I have the mallet picture on my bedroom wall - I think my tux looks surprisingly well, and I look unsurprisingly drunk. And the postcard is most satisfying. Thank you. Your creative eye is as always, a delight: the intellectual equivalent of a well-timed extra-strong mint and a smile from a beautiful stranger.
As for you Sass, somehow your comment reads as being even more random and off-the-point than my ambiguous just-shy-of-anonymous friend. Like he though, it makes perfect sense to me - even down to Johnny Depp being my eternal adversary.
It is pretty funny drawing the attention of my readers, few as they are, to the fact that I bounce up and down when I am excited (unbeknownst to you I've been known to even flap a bit and raise the pitch of my voice but this is neither here nor there) but surely your comments run the risk of making me self-conscious about it where your intention was to celebrate the glimpses of a six-year-old child in my behaviour?
It remains to be seen. The next time I expect to be excited is next Friday when I am planning to gather to alcohol, available friends and hangers-on in celebration of what will be my new-found twenty-four-ness. Hooray for birthdays!
Belated thanks for your birthday wishes kerry, and rest assured your motives are as plain, as we quaint irish folk say, the nose on yer pretty face. Begorra.
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