Happy day-after-Bastille Day, folks. I did not do anything even remotely French yesterday but I did get the day off. I was supposed to go to the Bastille Day Ball at the Puck Building but it was $20 to get in and that DID NOT include drinks. So I went out for beer at a bar in my neighborhood and watched the Yankee game instead. Nice way to spend the Fete Nationale, huh? At the end of the day I'm all American. Can't help it.
I have nothing exciting to talk about. It is so hot today that I may melt. There may be nothing left of me but a puddle soon. Ick.
I don't know if I told you this, but my trip to Ireland that I was supposed to go on in September got cancelled. I then found out that I have to go to Deauville for a meeting. Afterwards, I got permission from my boss to hang out in Europe a little longer so I think I am going to fly to Dublin from there. I've never been to Dublin so if anyone has any suggestions for me, or if anyone would like to MEET me there that would be awesome. I should be going there sometime after September 23.
I'm probably going out tonight. I have no idea where. I am a little out of sorts this weekend and I have no idea what plans I might have made. Lately I can't seem to remember anything unless I write it down and guess who left her datebook at work? So if I made plans with any of you and I have now forgotten about them, please don't it personally. I'm stupid, not mean.
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