My boyfriend surprised me and blew off going to the gym to take me out boozing last night. My St. Patick's Day was saved! Alas, there was no live Irish Music within walking distance. Well, there might have been. I was simply unwilling to patronize the cheesy dive at the end of Main street. It was suggested by several townsfolk that they might have a band... but I heard nothing streaming out the door when we walked near it.
I did get my Bushmill's though. As Anne Bancroft said, "Blended whisky is crap."
I finally got to see the inside of this place, a very classy joint indeed. I had walked past it once or twice when it wasn't open. The owner and bartender were very cool, and talked all about the history of the place, which is impressive. They have live jazz every Wednesday night, and dancing on Friday nights. Not to mention homemade desserts. MzOuiser has a new hangout.
This morning, I woke up sans hangover, and as a further treat, received a phone call from that lady recruiter I mentioned the other day. Only she's not a recruiter - she's an agent at a staffing agency in White Plains. Who cares - I have an interview on Tuesday morning. It's a step.
I'm not feeling philosphical today. I'm feeling domestic. I have this bizarre urge to dust, mop, straighten, file papers, do laundry, scrub the tub... Yeesh. This will earn me big brownie points with G, so I'll follow my instincts.
Have a nice day, y'all.