Autumnal celebrations

Autumn is my favorite season, and this year autumn is mild, full of turning leaves. Friday evening I went to a party, invited by Dante il Bambino. It was at his friend's (Sardinian Musician) apartment in Temple Bar. There had been rumors of good pasta cooked by Italians but in the end only hors d'oeuvres were served. Lots of wine and other drinks though. I am too old to go without a proper dinner however; pasta would really have hit the spot. I struggled on regardless.
I had met a good few of the people there before and they are entertaining. At one point one of Dante il Bambino's friends made the mistake of saying he intended to get his head shaved, so Dante il Bambino offered to do so there and then. Which he did in the hallway.
The guy was happy enough with his haircut. I hope he was the next day when he sobered up as well. In any case, it will grow back...
On Saturday afternoon Dante il Bambino and I got the bus to Sancho's house in Rathgar. Sancho was annoyed because some of the people he had invited for his wonderful paella did not show up. He cheered up though when we delivered sufficient wine for the luncheon (or early dinner). It was a feast and no one was allowed to leave the table set outside until we had eaten all the paella. Not really a challenge for Dante, who has a healthy appetite.
Eventually it got cold so we moved back inside. I made Irish coffees for everyone, my one skill from my bartending days in Paris (temporary gig to help out a friend who managed an Irish pub). Spanish guy number two, who shall remain nameless because he is dead to me, preferred the Bulowski coffees made by Dante.
After a while poor Sancho was not feeling well, possibly due more to the amount of whiskey he consumed than the stress of all that cooking. He crashed in his room but the rest of us stayed on to finish our drinks. I checked in on Sancho later, and put a duvet over him and took off his shoes. He muttered something about my being just like his mother.
When we had finished philosophizing--Spanish guy and I shared the same theories but Dante il Bambino was not convinced by them--and drinking, we all headed back into town. Spanish guy was tired, so he went home and we went to the pub for more "arguments" (discussions really) and drink.
It was another good night.