My lovely Protestant-orange table. But there were some touches
of green in the glasses. We had dinner on Sunday since today is packing day for going to California.
I thought this was disgusting, especially considering how full I felt after corned beef, cabbage, potatoes, carrots, and soda bread. But also because the thought of Guinness (gross) combined with whiskey (more gross) and Irish cream made my stomach turn.
I have never witnessed anyone chug beer, so I felt like I was at a frat party in my own living room. Except that it was quiet, we were listening to Bach, and there were only two people drinking beer. So I guess it wasn't really like a frat party.
Mark clearly enjoyed that.
The lovely daffodils Amaanda brought me.