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slipjig3My one and only plan for this weekend was to go to the Parting Glass, an Irish Pub down in Saratoga Springs, with friends and loved ones to Hang Out. Great, except that:
a) it's Hats Off Day, an annual event in which residents and 253,087 tourists put on old-fashioned snooty sunhats and ponce around like members of the beau monde, which means Saratoga Springs is packed; and
b) the friends I'd spoken to misunderstood my suggestion, thinking I'd meant the Parting Glass would be a good thing to do "someday," instead of specifically today, and actually already had other plans.
Gah.
None of this is anyone's fault, of course, and Colleen and Trey have been apologizing profusely to me, which is entirely unnecessary (and Col, when you read this, don't even think of apologizing; I love ya!). But y'know, given the way my day / weekend / week / month has been going, I could've used the distraction. Sigh...
a) it's Hats Off Day, an annual event in which residents and 253,087 tourists put on old-fashioned snooty sunhats and ponce around like members of the beau monde, which means Saratoga Springs is packed; and
b) the friends I'd spoken to misunderstood my suggestion, thinking I'd meant the Parting Glass would be a good thing to do "someday," instead of specifically today, and actually already had other plans.
Gah.
None of this is anyone's fault, of course, and Colleen and Trey have been apologizing profusely to me, which is entirely unnecessary (and Col, when you read this, don't even think of apologizing; I love ya!). But y'know, given the way my day / weekend / week / month has been going, I could've used the distraction. Sigh...
