My week in pictures

I hope you understand why I've been pretty much out of bloggy-action in the past few days...

I found a dress to wear to the thingy on Monday.
My facial expression wasn't very ladylike, so I left the whole thing out.
Handy that...

The county organized a civic function in honour of the Blizzards, for their work in music and carrying the county's name around Ireland and abroad... (I was thinking aloud, and Himself's comment was: "Straight to Hell?") They got scrolls and pats on the back, we got free glasses of wine and some cheese on sticks. Hooray! And, of course, we got to witness a bit of history in the making.

And once we recovered from that, it was back to business. Mainly packing. The lady in the charity shop was very happy to see me arrive with the two bags above. I think I'm her new best friend... :D

Most of my life in seven boxes.
My drums look like a giant cake, stacked up like that... Mmmm, cake...
Sorry about that, packing makes me hungry. I better have some dinner, before I run into the corner and start nibbling the drumskins.
See you later! (The next time I might be writing from the new HQ)

I'm no Cinderella...

Got my eyes tested yesterday! And I'm getting glasses for reading and other similar activities. I'm not surprised, because I used to wear a pair before. I'm, in fact, quite happy.
They told me I could pick them up today, so I woke up extra early (9.20 am, my personal record lately...). And they told me they had to order something in and it would take a few days. Boohoo.

We visited Himself's parents yesterday and exchanged travel stories. I think I'm starting to learn how to deal with my mother-in-law-to-(hopefully)-be... Yippee! :)

I should start packing, since I have all this extra time in my hands... On the other hand I should really find a dress for tonight. What do you wear to a "civic function"? Argh... With my today's luck in all things glassy, I'll steer away from the glass slipper option anyway. Any other tips and suggestions will be welcomed!

Party's over

And I can finally tell you what the present was.

I gave Himself three envelopes. The ugly, big, brown ones.
The first one said " Happy birthday! Buy yourself something nice and fashionable with this. You're gonna need your fashion sense..." Inside was a giftcard for Penneys. The look on his face; the poor man thought that was it. He composed himself and thanked me very kindly.
Then I asked him, if I should give him the rest of the gift as well, or should we just leave it until later.

He wanted his present, so I handed over envelope number 2. It said something like:
"Does 'Orio al Serio' mean anything to you? No?
How about 'Bergamo'? Not really?
It's ok. That's why I got these from a bit closer to the good old 'Il Duomo'!
In one of the most beautiful cities in... (to be continued...)
Did you guess already?"
This one held the booking papers for a hostel.

Envelope no. 3 said:
"...ITALY!"
"We're going to ________ on the _th of may.
(Can't reveal this kind of info on the envelope)
Oh, and I suppose you're going to need these as well..."
As you probably guessed, these were the plane tickets to Milan.
MILAN! :)

I knew Himself had wanted to go to Italy for ages. He's telling everyone and whispering "Milan..." to himself, so I think he liked the surprise.
A few mates called in yesterday. I made a cake, which went down well. Then we went out and had a good night.
I'm tired. Working in half an hour. Aargh.

Party planning

In our home things work very strangely. Usually parties are planned and carefully thought through. In our case, we decided not to go there. First of all, most of our friends are musicians, which means that they are quite busy during the party season. And if they are busy, their better halves won't be coming either. And that would mean a very quiet party.

So we waited to see, if himself happens to have a night off before Christmas. And so happened, that next Sunday is the day. We threw all the half-made guestlists into the fire and sent everyone an invite. And when I say invite, this is what I mean: Himself texted everyone something along these lines "Drinks in the flat on 21st. Come along and bring himself/herself. 8 onwards. No drink, no entry." What can I say, the man's an artist! :D

I was getting worried no-one would come, but already nine people confirmed. And knowing Irish people, that can mean anything from 2 to 20. So it'll be interesting to say the least.
Now all I have to do is to figure out how to fit the people in the flat and where to hide Billy Jr. for the duration of the party. And get snacks and drink, lots and lots of drink. :)