Sláinte!

It is better to spend money like there's no tomorrow
than to spend tonight like there's no money!

That the tap may be open when it rusts!

My friends are the best friends
Loyal, willing and able.
Now let’s get to drinking!
All glasses off the table!

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold pint-- and another one!

Here's to a temperance supper,
With water in glasses tall,
And coffee and tea to end with--
And me not there at all!

When money's tight and hard to get,
and your horse is also ran,
When all you have is a heap of debt,
a pint of plain is your only man.

Here's to being single...
Drinking doubles...
And seeing triple!

I drink to your health when I'm with you,
I drink to your health when I'm alone,
I drink to your health so often,
I'm starting to worry about my own!



An Irish man shows up in a pub one day and orders three pints of Guinness. He takes sips from each glass until they are empty and calls the bartender for three more. The bartender says, 'Sure it's up to yourself, but wouldn't you rather I was bringing them one at a time? Then they'll be fresh and cold.'
'Nah...' your man says, ' I'm preferrin' that ye bring 'em three at a time. You see, me and me two brothers would meet at a pub and drink and have good times. Now one is in Australia, the other in Canada and I'm here. We agreed before we split up that we'd drink to each other's honour this way.'

'Well,' says the bartender, 'that's a grand thing to do, all right. I'll bring the pints as you ask.'

Well, time goes on and your man's peculiar habit is known and accepted by all the pub regulars. One day though, he comes in and orders only two pints. A hush falls over the pub. Naturally, everyone figures something happened to one of the brothers. A group of the regulars corner the bartender and finally persuade him to find out what happened. With a heavy heart, the bartender brings the two pints and says, 'Here's your pints... and let me offer my sincerest condolences. What happened?'

The Irish man looks extremely puzzled for a moment, and then starts laughing.

'Oh, no, no, no! 'Tis nothing like that. You see, I've given up drinking for Lent...'

Deep in the heart of TX

I ran away from home earlier this week. Sunday afternoon I left for Dallas – D and C went to church, and I headed for the airport. I wasn’t looking forward to the trip, since I dislike flying by myself, but once I get to where I’m going I’m ok.

A few tips about TX – everything in TX IS bigger. Including my hair for some reason. I didn’t do anything different, but somehow my hair had more body, and while not at the height attained in the 80’s, was noticeable (at least to me!).

Nothing is marked well – even the airport is on a need to know basis it seems. I didn’t get a GPS system for the rental car (I mean, this is America, eventually you’ll find your way) but next time I think I’ll spring for it (ok, technically the company will).

And I thought rotaries were only in Mass. Nope, TX has them too. Luckily the drivers there seem to be a bit more cautious (instead of whizzing through at 100 mph).

The best part? The weather! It was warm – we actually wrapped up early (3 pm) and headed back to the hotel before going to dinner. I spent about 45 minutes outside in the sunshine by the pool…just closed my eyes and recharged my solar batteries, listening to the birds sing and enjoying the warm breeze. Of course, when I landed back in Hartford on Wed, I drove home through snow flurries.

The part of TX I was in has some great restaurants – in fact, I’ve never been anywhere where there’s so many to choose from! We had steak (we’re in TX!), steak, and seafood (being “steaked” out by our final night).

And now I’m back. I can’t believe Easter is next week. I don’t know if I can last the 27 days ‘til vacation. Will it ever warm up here??

What’s new with everyone else??