And, boy, are my arms tired. No, really, they are, what with the more-than-200 photographs I took. I’d have taken more, especially ones of rocks and more rocks, but I had to switch cameras at one point followed by the great Sony battery FAIL. You gets what you gets.
The Pulls at Toner’s Pub | Dublin, Ireland | November 2010
Lots of great stories to go with the photographs, but I will say this: The people of Dublin and surrounding towns are some of the friendliest and most hospitable I’ve come across. Your friendship, genuine interest and good behavior are so valued and reciprocated by them. I don’t know about D and Killer (my estimable travel partners), but I’ve never been comped this much food and drink ever before, not even the last time we were in Dublin. Which tells you something a lot of New Orleanians already know: get away from the city center and tourist areas and to the residential areas and small towns.
Speaking of New Orleans, Fahy’s and the C&VB owe me a cut for how much and well I’ve marketed on their behalf. Expect a small Irish invasion starting in a few months’ time.
Back to our regularly-scheduled programming. Such as wanting t-shirts with awesome-bad math puns on them.
And taking the advice of better and funnier writers than me: “Making high-pitched noises won’t solve your problem if your problem is a complete inability to cope with change.”
This is why I don’t squeal. I moo.
Yes, I’m back. You’re welcome.
Lovely, lovely Guinness!