it is also my family's st. patrick's day party in an hour and a half. spending the last day and a half making the house (and my person) presentable, not exactly my idea of a bangin' great time, but i do get to eat A LOT of really fantastic dad-made food.
pictured above: left, steak and oyster pie (OH.MY.GOD.delicious.); right, the classic mashed potatoes
along with this feast, there are also many desserts to include apple tarts and mint meringues (because they're green)
also, there is a giant irish flag hanging from our dining room window, two maps of ireland spread out on the table, green sparkly garland hanging from the stair railing, and the proper instructions on how to make the perfect irish coffee posted.
there is also a large metal tub full of guinness that i'm not allowed to touch. this is torture. normally i would fume about this fact by eating too many potatoes, but i can't eat until people get here which won't be for another hour!!!! oy...
and it's raining. a lot. which i specifically asked it not to. god damn it. at least it's festive. dreary irish weather and all that.
and now i miss dear tyler mcpherson, who is my intended "we're-irish-and-depressed-and-loveless-so-we-shall-pull-a-james-joyce-and-lock-ourselves-up-with-whiskey-and-corned-beef-so-that-we-may-be-inspired-to-write-unmatched-beautiful-witty-prose" partner. we both feel it is a solid plan. when i'm not up to my ears in homework or working on a show, it will happen... which, you know, might not be for another two years, but still.
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