- Seeming innocence tricks us!
A shot of soju.
Yes, in keeping with my recent distaste for Chinese food, we went to a Korean place for my 'farewell party' (yes, I have one every year) the other night. And I did rather overindulge on soju, the disarmingly palatable rice spirit which is that country's national drink.
I fear I may have left an important part of my brain - and of my heart also - on Nanluoguxiang.
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...and will we hear anything of the homegrown hang overs in the UK?
Ah, another anonymous commenter! Or is this just another of Tulsa's many aliases??
I don't get hangovers! Please refer to my post on this subject, included in my recent 'best of...' list.
Yes, I might write about my recent adventures in the UK at some point.... but I don't have time just at the moment. Be patient.
who is this Tulsa you speak of? in my research (an hour or two spent drifting around on your blogs) I see many helpful tidbits and queries from Tulsa, but that is not me, I doubt I have the fortitude for such a lengthy reparte. However, your poems intrigue me, your friends are charming, and I'd love to see more of what your musings bring.
(I will see the no hangovers tidbit and raise you a few shots of tequilla)
Indeed! Weasleyburrow is not me!
But what an interesting name... you must be Brit, too... Who are you Weasleyburrow? Froog's charming friends welcome you and invite you to say a word or two of introduction...
With a name like that, I think of children's stories, bushy eyebrows, gophers burrowing and beavers building dams over creeks... don't ask why, I just do.
p.s. Froog, yes, I think I might be emerging from my navel-gazing...
"The Weasley Burrow" is what I envision as the ideal home. Too many people, generally a mess, but anything magical can and will happen. Strangers welcomed, orphans adopted, and always smells of something exotic. At my own weasley burrow in Vermont, everyone in my little town knows that there is always beer in the fridge, cookies in the cookie jar, and there has never been a key for the door, so it can't be locked. I have, in the past 20 years collected stray carpenters from all over the states. They tend to "drop in" needing a sofa to sleep on, a load of washing done, and a chance to play catch with my daughters. They are basically all 20-35 years of age, theatrical stage carpenters (or something of that nature) and, consider me a "big sister" who'll kick them in the ass when they need it, or hug them if it's more apropriate.
and....to make it just the slightest bit more bizarre, I read tarot cards for house guests on request - and house the occasional local band in my basement.
However, tulsa, I am a yank, a New Englander, but a yank none the less.
Oh, I'm going to have to visit that 'burrow' sometime. Sounds as though I'll have to brush up on my carpentry skills first, though.
Another great Tom Waits line that just randomly flitted through my head: "Come down from that cross. We need the wood."
Ah, and on that irreverent note.... I also recall the English poet John Hegley once suggesting that the Last Words of Christ were in fact: "Can I get down now, Dad?"
non-carpenters are welcome, any travelers, as long as they bring beer and music.
um, my only excuse for not identifying "weasley burrow" immediately is my nose was too far stuck in the last Potter book to see the obvious. duh!
Well, WB, sounds lovely. Like, Froog, I'll have to come for a visit, too! and I love carpentry, so would be fun to watch and learn from a master.
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