so yesterday, June 16th, was the 101st Bloomsday. in unintended celebration, i ended up drinking with old friends at an irish bar, and after les pointed out how apt it was and that i should drink a pint of Bass in honor of the novel (i had wished her a happy bloomsday earlier that morning), i reveled in its appropriateness -- Bass is actually the drink Bloom shares with Stephen when they finally meet in the maternity ward, a bit after 10pm, the precise time i started to drink. they went on to drink absinthe and hallucinate for 200 pages and 2 more hours; i, however, did not. this time, at least.

it's funny how lives diverge only to come together later once more.