Life Without Toast - Sibling Rivalry

I'm cream-crackered.

Friday, we had my cousin Andy and his girlfriend Nikki (no, it's not that confusing) over for dinner. I threw together an enormous stir-fry with everything under the sun in it (we're talking onions, 10 cloves of garlic, baby corn, asparagus, red pepper, carrots, sprouts, marinaded tofu, chilli, Thai 7 spice [brilliant], rice, fish, and other things I forget, it was really good, lots, of 'mmmmmms') and got the beer and wines in, Andy brought some nice cheeses and crackers, and we all stuffed our faces and got a bit pished. It was great.

Saturday Nat and Ian came down to the southside as they were in Dublin for the weekend, were looking to meet up and I had come up with a fabulous plan for them, that didn't involve wandering aimlessly and doing touristy things. We walked up the top of Killiney hill, took pictures of the amazing view, walked down, drove to Dun Laoghaire, got coffees and went for a stroll on the pier, had lunch in Harry's Café Bar, came out to Shankers and showed them our lovely house, drove into Dublin City, had a walk around and went for a drink or three in John M Keatings, a new-ish pub/restaurant/club/thingy built out of a converted church, strolled up Grafton St. and went for dinner in Café Bar Deli in Bewleys Café, before we parted ways and went home tired but happy (Nat and Ian: you guys rock!).

Sunday, we got up kinda late-ish, Nikki went to Dundrum and I watched the Grand Prix (Schumacher announced his retirement!). My sister Rebecca and her husband Sean came over for a cuppa with their house-warming pressie which was lovely. We chilled out for a bit after that, then went into town to see Jimmy Carr in the Olympia. He was fucking hilarious, a million one-liners, and particularly good with the hecklers, which is a measure of how good any comedian is, imho. I give him an 8 out of 10.

Really, really great weekend. I'm knackered. Next weekend I'm going flying. I'm off to bed now. Zzzzz...