When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

I must say, I’ve rather lost interest in updating this, partially because it strikes me as a tedious labor and partially because I haven’t been doing anything worth recounting.  Last week, for instance, I was in Not-So-Beautiful Earth City all week working.  That place is about as boring and industrial as a city gets.  Save a McDonald’s and a gas station, entertainment options are non-existent.  That’s not to say I didn’t have any fun though.  Tuesday night I met up with several old college buddies (and I mean that in the most literal sense of “old”) at The Village to watch the MU game.  Eight or nine guys showed up, a fine turnout indeed.  Seems like an awfully big social effort considering I’m going to see them all again at Float Trip in a few weeks, but I had a good time.  Wednesday and Thursday I went to dinner with my sister-in-law and her hubby, and got to check out their new house.  Pretty awesome neighborhood they moved into;  I’ll grudgingly admit it might even be funner than Waldo.

As far as the weekend, I don’t exactly have a plethora of material to work with.  Probably our most notable outing was the St. Patrick’s 4 Mile Run down in Westport.  That was a lot of fun, or at least as much fun as one can have running.  (Which, by definition, just isn’t really fun.)  We ran into all kinds of people we knew;  As a matter of fact pretty much everybody except the ones we were supposed to meet.  We both completed the run (errrr….  Run/Walk) with relative ease, then hung out in Westport for a while.  After that we felt we’d earned a few calories, so we headed up to 75th Street and had some tasty feed.  Unfortunately we ran smack into a pub-crawl, which we are entirely too old to tolerate, so we didn’t stay long.

Sunday didn’t bring much entertainment.  I think I was moderately sore from the previous day’s event.  Matter of fact, other than our weekly trip to Costco, we stayed inside all day.  For dinner we cooked up a nice pot of fish stew, then settled in for an evening of bad TV and gin rummy on the iPads.  Sheesh we’re old.