Another busy week

I was sensible in the early part of the week... meditation class Monday, work project meeting Tuesday, and stayed in Wednesday. I was out and about on Thursday, hanging out with a friend and going to see a play, Tales of Ballycumber by Sebastian Barry. I also stopped off at my local on my way home. As one does.
Friday was hectic all day... I caught up with Wise Woman; I always enjoy our chats. Then I went for a coffee in my local Italian cafe in Stoneybatter. I startled the owner who had her head stuck in the fridge. I went out for a cigarette to give them time to finish opening. After a chat and a coffee, I had a massage appointment. Fabulous, even though I am still sore. Massage dude told me my back is special. Not in a good way.
Then I collected my passport and went shopping. Purple shoes and some essentials for my trip to Cuba are good to go. I am a speedy shopper, no loitering around for me. I rewarded myself with a glass of wine at my second favorite winebar in town. The manager still hadn't moved to Montpelier so I got a chance to say good-bye. I also accidentally knocked over an empty wine glass on the table next to mine. Oops.
Next I rushed home to dump my purchases, change into my purple shoes, and head to my local to meet my Parisian cousin. He was only in town for about an hour, as he had a train to catch to Athlone. What does one do for a weekend in Athlone? He wasn't sure. There is a chance he heads back to Dublin early if he and his son get bored there.
We said our good-byes after a single drink (he got to meet the staff) and I jumped into a taxi. Dinner was booked for 7 pm at One Pico, my favorite restaurant in Dublin. It is French and fancy... not somewhere I get to go to often.
Rugby Girl is heading off to Australia for six months. Her job will be here when she gets back. As she is off to join her Irish boyfriend there, we are now placing bets as to whether they get engaged or she changes her mind about coming back here. She does not believe in marriage though, unless it is for a visa.
Her leaving was our excuse for a good night out. Dinner was scrumptious and the camera got dragged out, as per usual. They insisted that we go to a pub afterward, teasing me about just wanting to go to my late-night winebar (I eventually left them and had a nightcap there, seeing the Ex and French Waiter there). I hate standing in pubs; the place was packed and there was a shortage of stools. Eventually I got a seat, so I perked up.
Anyway, good fun was had by all and it was a late night. The next morning I got up early and went to the all day meditation workshop. Unfortunately, I had already made plans for the afternoon so could only stay for two hours. I dozed off a bit during the body scan exercise, waking myself anytime I snored. The others on the course must have loved having me there.
I legged it back home, stopping only to purchase French cheese. The two Italians were outside my house when I got there and gave out about Irish timekeeping. We worked all afternoon and I was too tired afterward to go southside and meet my friend over from New York. I will see her and her kids on Monday instead.
It was a Saturday night and I fell asleep at 8pm, with the lights and radio still on. When I woke, I thought it was Sunday but it was only 3:30am. Perfect time to ring Lovebug for a long chat. She always makes me giggle. I am trying to convince her and her family to move to Ireland for a year. How cool would that be!