(At least, I was informed later by an Irish person, that this moment was very Irish.)
He: “So we’ll meet up at, say, half-nine?”
Me: “Sure. Half-nine it is.”
Brief pause.
He: “Ish.”
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I’m only surprised the time mentioned was narrowed down to less than an hour.. 9-ish or 10-ish being the usual dividers ;)
hahahaha I love that!
Imagine my surprise when he walked in at half-nine on the dot. There was no “ish” to be found.
Ah… but you never know what might have caused a delay, Sheila.
Totally. I relate to that. new Yorkers are NEVER on time to meet with one another – it’s all about the “ish”.
WE in NYC have the “ish” in our schedules because of the public transportation factor in our lives. Subways break down, skip stations, you can’t get a cab … Brooklyn may be just across the river but it feels like you are going to the ends of the earth when you get on the F … anything can happen. You have to have leeway. You must have “ish”.
brazilians have a lot of ‘ish’ built into their clocks/schedules as well. i love them to death, but man is it frustrating at times for us gringo business types…
Mr. Bingley:
As I recall the night I met you, I was dealing with a lot of subway “ish”. Perhaps I should call it “ish”ues.
*groan* ;)
ah, the night…sigh…
i guess you could call me “ish” male…
Double groan with a side order of groan. :-P
If you people don’t cut the crap with the puns, I’m going to pop a cap in your ass. :)
will you pun-ish us?
You’re getting the worst of it, Mr. B.
‘course, you’re just grumpy ‘cos you drank too much Ishmills the other night
That’s it. Messing with the mighty name of Bushmills is a capital offense. Off with your head (and I don’t mean the one above your neck, sweetie-pie. But don’t worry, I hear they’re hiring at the Forbidden Palace in China.)!
Ouch.
Not to say that it isn’t undeserved, Emily.. but.. ouch.
sorry, but that inspires no fear…i’ve been married for 15 years, so…
sheesh… I think I added one too many negatives in my last post…
and it’ll still be ‘ouch’, Mr Bingley.
no, i think the number was about right, peteb, 2-ish…
My brain is rapidly descending into mush-ish.. I’ve been neglecting my worship of Bacchus and I must make amends.
yeah, i may have some cheese and a nice cold LiebfraumIsh. with desert, a good Ishwine, or a TrockenbeerenIshlese would hit the spot.
Mr. B. – the knife will be rusty and dull. Just so you know.
and i promish thish ish the last post i’ll make on thish
so it won’t slish cleanly, emily?
Sounds lovelyish..
I have a Cabernet Merlot from Barossa Valley that goes by the name of Ebeneezer.. Bah Humbug it is not.
that does sound yum. i’m having a bunch of brazilians over for dinner on saturday, and i’ll be grilling up a lot of pork chops and lamb loin chops. with the appetizers, which i think will be a ceviche, i’ve got 4 bottles of wolf blass president’s reserve chardonnay. for the meat i’ve got a jeroboam (it might be a double magnum; shit, it’s just a big honking bottle) of a 90 kenwood artist series cabernet. i hope that bottle is still drinkable. if it’s not, i’ve got half a case of lehman’s 2001 the barossa shiraz which will do quite nicely. and of course, several bottles of sheep dip to top off the evening.
needless to say, i am skipping church on sunday.
oh, i forgot to add that i’ll be making twice-baked potatos and grilling some marinated asparagus as well.
That sounds very yum…
Skipping church also sounds a wise decision.. even if you adhere to Emily’s tips of avoidance
I may have to open one of my Rustenberg’s ‘Peter Barlow’ label to compete with your excellent list :)
i really don’t know sa wines that well. i’ve had the occasiuonal pinotage(?), but not much else
A post about the Irish that winds up being about alcohol. Who’da thunk?
The Rustenberg list is a good place to start for SA wines, but a lot of other producers are overly-sweet for my taste. The Stellenbosch region tends to be the best source.
Rustenberg’s Merriman label is a good standard of SA Cab Sav to compare others with.. but I do tend to stick with more familar grapes – even more so when I’m trying new options.
The Peter Barlow ’99 bottles (another Cab Sav) are my Christmas treat. :)
Withdrawal symptoms, Emily. Bacchus is calling :)
i’ll look them up. actually, one sa wine that i like a lot for everyday drinking is ‘goats do roam’. yummy, and quite reasonably priced.
(emily, please notice how i’ve managed to work both alcohol and hints at deviant practices into this irish thread)
(and please put the knife down)
Good Lord. I go out for a couple hours and thish ish what happens?
You should know by now we can’t be trusted to play nice, Sheila.
Mr. B. – okay, you’re off the hook. This time. Believe it or not, I don’t really enjoy chopping off penises.
We thought it might provide a useful balance to all the talk of plushies, Sheila.
Well, I didish. :)
I was going to say that “playing nice” is boring, and reminds me of the kind of behavior expected at … say … cuddle parties and the like.
God forbid we play nice!
at the cuddle parties they play ‘mice’…
Sheila,
It’s not the “ish” part that gets me… it’s the “half-nine” (which I believe is Scot/Irish in origin)… I was in northern England on business a while ago, I played the part of smart-ass American about this (“played?”, says my wife):
He: So we’ll meet for dinner at half-eight.
Me: At 4:00? a little early for dinner.
He:
Me: Half eight is four right?
He: No, I mean 8:30!
Me: Shouldn’t that be eight-half then?
He:
Me: ‘Cus if we’re not going to treat the phrase from a strict mathematical sense, half-eight from a Roman numeral sense (which like invaded you guys and civilized the country initially) would be 7:30.
He:
Me:
He: Let’s make it eight.
For some reason they forgot to invite me to dinner with them for the rest of the week.
i trust you were wearing loud bermuda shorts while saying this, jfh?