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St. Patrick's Day post-mortem

Doug and I went out last night after I got home from work. We decided to check out the places on 10th Avenue--I figured they would be less crowded than anyplace on 9th. We ended up stopping at a place called Druids that was not too loud and seemed to have an older crowd. They also have an enclosed (but not heated) garden in back, which I'd like to try when it gets warmer. I love outdoor gardens in back in New York. I love dining al fresco anyway, but especially in the back (as opposed to sidewalk dining, which is also nice but can be a little noisy). Anyway, we sat at the bar and ordered a couple of sandwiches. The menu looked divine but a little expensive (items like Guinness beef stew and duck--I was really tempted) so I got a sirloin burger and Doug got a chicken sandwich. Mmmm. I also tried a Guinness and quite enjoyed it. At one point Doug went outside to smoke and I was chatting with the guy next to me, an older man from Tennessee who used to live in the neghborhood and knew the Druids owner. We had a nice little talk and when Doug returned I introduced them, and then went back to talking with Doug.

So I'm sitting there on my chair, my back turned to this other guy, and all of a sudden this HAND plops onto my right shoulder and starts massaging it. I stared at Doug, who looked stunned, and said to the guy "Uh...what are you doing?" in this faintly growly tone. I don't remember what the guy said but something must've penetrated through his zombie haze (dahhh...brains...Big Guy...looking pissed...) because a hand was abruptly thrust over my shoulder (understand I didn't dare to look at the guy directly, I was far too embarrassed) and Doug slowly shook it. Then I think the guy said something and Doug said with this quelling expression "Don't do that...I'll massage her shoulder for you" and then plopped his hand on my shoulder. It was all very territorial.

I was so embarrassed I pulled my hat over my face. We were laughing about it as well--I mean the guy was obviously pretty blotto--but it freaked me out. I cannot abide being touched by strange men. But it was funny--this guy was like a zombie with the massaging. Braiiins...shoulder.... A very good time to have a big lunky boyfriend around--Doug took care of it. My hero!

I woke up this morning...

...sniffly and with my eyes red and runny and very sensitive. It didn't get better until this afternoon. It feels like allergies, except that I don't have them. I've never been susceptible in the spring or to animals. I have had reactions to certain kinds of eye makeup (my eyes are RIDICULOUSLY sensitive to bacteria and things like that--I never ever let anyone use my eye makeup) but last night I didn't wear anything new, or too old.

I really hope it's not my horrible suzzy kitty--if it is I'll just have to get some medication because there's no way in hell I'm giving her up. Even if she does sleep on my face. I'll just have to suck it in--il faut souffrir pour etre une bonne maman a ta chatte. Doodness!