A non-eventful weekend
A non-eventful weekend, really. I wasn’t even productive (other than managing to scan about 4 million photos and organise them and some others on cds for the girleens what travel).
Girleens trying to look innocent. But I know better now…
I was shaken after talking to Tee on Sunday. It was great to talk to her and I could ask for little more but reminded me of how much I miss her too, which is good and bad all at the same time. Like being wrestled by a huge angry chocolate bear.
So, not much happening otherwise. But I did buy an international call card with which to call Jane in England (that’s her on the left there; the other woman is Ute. They are way older than me but don’t look it). Hopefully I’ll visit her soon. I had booked the trip during the summer months but some pretty serious stuff happened to one of my nearest and dearest which meant I couldn’t go. Anyone who knows me well knows what I’m talking about.
Jane and Ute laugh at the comedy that is life, while encouraging me to make a meal of my travel plans
Since I had the card and I hadn’t been in touch with people, I called Erika in Japan, although I ended up having to call her on my mobile.
Erika with More Alcohol! No good!
And I called Sean, who I could always email but a chat is good, and besides he is very entertaining to talk to. And his mother Gael, as well.
Sean on the left, G—– organising shady business deals on the right
Sean and G—– discover that flight is powerful. And next to impossible.
Sean will hopefully be writing some articles for this site soon, including some stuff on AJAX and Content Deportation technologies, which we think are going to be really big soon.
And Rik called! Rik is coming over from Belgium to explore Ireland for a couple of weeks. Rather foolishly, he seems to feel that Ireland is a great way to spend his first extensive holiday in two years. Well, I better find stuff for him to do.
Rik in Ljubljana preparing to loudly call me a cunt from across the street
So, my weekend in pictures, more or less. I shaved my head again which is something I feel I need to do more often because, as you can see in the photo below, there really isn’t very much hair left at all so I’m trying to get a bit of consistency to the hair extinction situation.
The baldness.
And I was out on the town in a low key manner on Friday, where I saw the new bridge out past the IFSC over the Liffey, which looked great with all the lights and what have you.
Sean O’Casey Bridge by gaslight. Or halogen, probably
(edited 28.06.2007)
Obliterated the photo references to Garret, by request.