I'm perpetually in catchup mode. It's supposed to be what Sundays are for, but lately I haven't even been able to get through the A-Section of the Post. I wasn't able to do it today, and that's even with my cable and broadband connection being out for most of the afternoon and evening (remember kids, there's still a reason to hang on to a landline, even in these enlightened times... ).
Oh, and thank you Comcast -- it's not like there was an NCAA Tournament going on or anything.
Friday and Saturday were pretty active for me last week, as contrasted to this weekend which was pretty much a non-starter (well, except for that whole St. Patrick's Day thing. Maybe because of it).
Friday was yet another turn at Clare and Don's Beach Shack in Arlington; you can see my Flickr set, which I have not yet had a chance to label. Suffice it to say, there were shots:
And I can't complete the "s" alliteration. However, there was Nude Male Photo Hunt:
The next morning, went over to Fado for more rugby-watching (Ireland vs. Scotland). Fortunately, it was a 10:30 game (I got there at 11). I metroed in, which was good, because I don't think I have a picture of the vaulted Metro ceilings (It's a rule that anyone who takes pictures in DC has to have a shot of the vaulted Metro ceilings):
I also got my photo of the big Irish Breakfast that I mentioned last time:
There are also a few pics of Adam with stuff on his face.
The Irish won that game. They also won this weekend's game against the English -- it was by all accounts, quite exciting, with a last-minute score to put them over the top. I think I was reaching for my first cup of coffee by then.
I then hoofed it over to Dupont Circle for the running of the first-ever DC Idiotarod; I was a mere spectator -- I took photos and still managed to wear the completely the wrong shoes for it; I will do descriptions and a full blog entry about it later on, since it's, like, late now:
Whew. If you didn't know better, it might seem like I actually do stuff. It was an atypically busy week, though.