Tuesday, April 18, 2006
'Hey DJ Play That Song!'
Many thanks to DJ PCB for using his considerable dj-ing skills on Friday night at the annual cocktail party. It started slow enough with two and a half hours of some of the best mixed house music known to man, which was unfortunately universally unappreciated, except by the DJ himself. (There were some lovely shapes being thrown in the make shift DJ box)
Things came to a head at around half eleven when Peaches got into a verbal scuffle with the DJ, demanding either 'Abba' or 'Queen' pronto and declaring that he was 'the worst DJ ever' when her requests fell on deaf ears. This prompted Batgirl to intervene and after some verbal & physical persuasion a compromise was reached. DJ PCB then proceeded to play a fine set of tunes. The rest of the evening ran relatively smoothly from a musical point of view with the introduction of several guest DJs. Many thanks to DOC and Cel for starting the trend of mixing things up.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Cheers Rat Girl!
Just a quick thank you to rat girl for her hair dyeing expertise last night. It turns out that she can add this skill to her list of many talents, in addition to her secret superpower (HLs).
The Ass/No-Ass Theory
I have this theory that a guy either has an ass or he doesn't. There doesn't seem to be much middle ground when it comes to a guy's derrière. I understand that all guys probably do have some sort of an ass but from an appearance point of view there is a certain percentage out there that look like they have an absent ass or even a slightly concave one (not sure if that is physically possible). I'm attributing some of it to the clothing involved because I rarely see guys wearing spray on jeans. Ok, just gave myself a horrible mental image that I'm going to spend the rest of the day trying to forget. I'd like to point out at this stage that I do not spend my entire time gawking at the derrières of the male species. It was just something that occurred to me one day when a guy walked past and it literally looked like he had no ass at all! Anyway it is just an opinion and I'm not stating a preference one way or another. :-)
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Chocolate on my chin
When I got back last night from my final ballroom dancing class, I was a wee bit tired after dancing everything from the slow waltz to the Tango (quite badly). As I strolled into the sitting room 'Notting Hill' was just starting on RTE 1. I always get sucked in by rom coms because you know everyone will end up happy by the time the credits roll and its a nice escape from reality. So I plonked myself into an armchair with my favourite snack of pretzels dipped in nutella. By the way I've totally fallen off the whole 'I've given up chocolate for lent' wagon. My lenten resolution has been downgraded to 'I've just given up confectionery'. I know Jesus went into the desert for 40 days and 40 nights but did he get chocolate cravings? I watched about half of the film before I decided to head to my room, partly because I've seen old floppy hair and big lips get it together loads of times before and partly because I'd finished off the jar of nutella. When I went to brush my teeth (and thus found myself in front of a mirror) I realised that I had a lovely little blob of nutella on my chin. I guess I'm just going to have to invest in a bib!(morto)
Quote of the Week*
I can't remember where I picked this up but I like it...
"This is the true joy of life, the being used for a purpose recognised by yourself
as a mighty one … the being a force of nature instead of a feverish, selfish little
clod of ailments and grievances complaining that the world will not devote itself
to making you happy."
*A quote may not appear every week, it depends on whether I find one I like or not.
Rodrigo y Gabriela
Rodrigo y Gabriela played last week in the Savoy. I hadn't seen them play before but I was definitely impressed by them. Unfortunately I was less impressed by the guy standing near me that kept yelling at Gabriela - 'I love you' and 'I want to marry you'. He also kept making noises that sounded like a cross between speedy gonzales and a demented fake Mexican from a cheesy (in both senses of the word) taco ad. The highlight of the night for me was when they played 'Wish you were here' by Pink Floyd and the crowd sang the words - class!