AA meeting

Here is a very sneaky shot taken in the wee hours*
Of Aoibhin, a former American Airlines colleague, and Jordi, a could-have-been-AA-colleague if I had not at one stage opted for a meteoric rise in the world of localisation**, when I realised the necessity of having to earn a bit of cash by copying and pasting trendy corporate-speak templates.
Travelling around the world for almost-free is all well and good but a bit frustrating when you have to sleep on the beach and suck pebbles once you get there.

Contrarily to what can be seen in this shot, a good time was had by all, or so I hope. We discussed, among other things, the possibility of converting unemployment benefit into Ikea vouchers, the treatment (or rather mistreatment) of cats in transit at ORD, male prostitution, Spanish wines, the poor translation of Catalan instructions on a printer's LCD screen, alcoholism and its many manifestations and degrees of severity, the scarcity of vegetarian eateries in Chile and its impact on travel planning,.
Our guests sort of half apologetically informed us that they would be leaving fairly early the next day (something to do with converting their redundancy payment into yet more Billy book cases). And we breathed a sigh of relief as we informed them that sleeping past 7.30am in the Raheny house is as probable as a canvassing politician holding his promises when in office.


* or rather the wee hour. Still, Mrs Raheny and I went to bed at quarter past one in the morning, it doesn't get much more rock and roll than that!
** unfortunately nothing to do with frequent visits to one's local bar