In Dublin for approx. 24 hours with the whole fam...yesterday was my brother's birthday (and Aunt Francie's...happy birthday Jo!!) and so we all hung out for a bit in Temple Bar at the Royal Bank. Bad Jokes were told by all ('Zree peanuts vere valking down zee strasse...') and beers were had.
Spent the day heading through Dublin Castle and St. Patrick's Cathedral, which is more like a creepy monument to British Imperialism...just wait til you see the photos!! But still, Jonathan Swift and the bard Carolan...
Pat and I went to see Sweeny Todd at the Gate Theatre. We were in THE VERY FIRST ROW and got to watch spit showers and sweat, smell the baby powder and perhaps a little of the halitosis. It was A-MAZING. Afterwards I wheedled us into the backstage, but missed talking to Sweeny himself. Nevertheless, I can still say my brother's been on stage at the Gate in Dublin. Whoot!
Watched Britain's Next Top Model. Improvement on the American version -- in this one, catfights break out, with throwing drinks and fisticuffs. Pretty sweet.
Back to Cork, and more from me later.
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