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.
Mark and Jason deciding which type of beer to have before lunch.
Corinne, patiently waiting for lunch and reading Real Simple.
The group: Jason, Corinne, Mark, Otto, Barbie, and Amaanda.
The after-dessert entertainment: Irish car bombs.
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.
Jason, waiting to go on our after-dinner stroll.
Us, strolling.
Me and Amaanda!
1 comment:
Your Northern Irish grandmother would have been proud of your table!
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