Whee! That was a whirlwind. The next time I get an idea like flying across the Atlantic for my birthday someone remind me to schedule the flight so I’m not woefully jetlagged on my birthday.
Despite seeing weary vapor trails I did manage to function reasonably well Friday. As soon as the pubs opened I had my now traditional arrival drop of Jameson’s and pint of Guinness. As a matter of fact, that’s pretty much all I did for the entire trip minus the Jameson’s and with the occasional substitution of cider for the Guinness.
And I think I could become a serious football (read: soccer) fan if I could regularly see the Premier League over here. Damned fine sport.
Next time over I’m getting off the plane in the west and striking out cross-country. I think I’ve worn Dublin about out. It’s time to see the country and find interesting out-of-the-way pubs to drink in. Delightful.
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