The holy trinities

It's said good things come in threes.  There are many such trinities worth worship.  Gin, tonic, lime.  Bacon, lettuce, tomato.  Three snuggling boxers.   Tomato, basil, mozzarella.  Wine, cheese, wine.  I could go on all night.

I'll be honest, I had a real shit day today.  I won't get into details, but suffice it to say there was venom running through my veins all day.  A nice lunch out with a good friend helped take the edge off, but still, I was just not fit for consumption for most of the day.

I had a scheduled workout class, and the stretching and torture that comes with pilates did help to take my edge off a bit.  My luck started turning around though when I got to my car.

Apparently I'd gotten out of the car with the new 90s and more station on (Love you, Crush 105.7) and when I turned the key Sinead O'Connor was signing her heart out.  Nothing like belting out an early 90s classic heartbreak tune at the top of your lungs in the privacy of your car (that last part is CRITICAL for me) to lift your spirits.  So sing along with my crazy Irish sister I did.  Then I glanced at my phone and noticed a waiting text message.  It was from an old, dear friend telling me he was in town for a wedding.  Said friend just happens to hail from the Emerald Isle as well, so score two for the Irish.  It's been far too long since I've seen my friend and his note quite literally made my week.  Facing hunger, an empty fridge and a powerful thirst, I headed to the bar for a quick bite. (Sorry wilting beet greens, I just couldn't cook you tonight...)  I ordered myself a McSorley's to round out my Irish trifecta and with the first sip I felt the last of my venom float away.  Good songs, good friends and good beer, all with an Irish twist ... perfect.

To fight off the hunger I went for another trinity and ordered myself a BLT.  A quick run through the summer rain and home to my pup to rescue him from the thunder and my night was complete, and better than it started.