Tuesday evening there were four other people at my second
Irish class, including someone from Pakistan, but we didn’t do introductions so
I can’t explain her interest in the language. (We did learn how to ask where a
person is from, so that’s how I know her point of origin.) Maybe pure
linguistic curiosity? Then I hurried to the Old Fashioned to join the single
B-Boy for his second birthday party, since we had one for him on Sunday. I was
the only double-X chromosome there; Travalon, Cecil Markovitch, Prairie Man,
and Richard Bonomo were the other attendees. The B-Boy hadn’t known we were
going to do this, so he had already eaten and resisted Cecil’s attempts to get
him to order more food than a cup of beer cheese soup, garnished with popcorn.
I had a pumpkin beer, of course. Remember that Sunday is National Pumpkin Day!
I plan to celebrate by indulging in lots of pumpkin-flavored food and drink. It
was very loud in the Old Fashioned, so conversing was somewhat difficult. Cecil
tore up his receipt and made confetti to dump over the B-Boy’s head, then he
left so the B-Boy had to clean it up himself. Happy Birthday! On Sunday Cecil had
given him more serious gifts than usual, a book and a DVD about St. Francis, so
I thought maybe he was mellowing with age. However, that confetti trick proves
he is still his usual mischievous self, thank goodness.
Famous Hat
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