My, how time flies. It seems like only yesterday I was heading up to Massawhosetts, getting ready to tie the knot in front of friends and family. And yet, just a little over a week ago, I found myself skipping along the streets of Dublin, celebrating an entire year of nuptual fun.
Dublin was most excellent, from our hotel (a former 19th century schoolhouse in Ballsbridge) to the spirits (which flowed freely). We hit the ground running as soon as we landed, determined to take in everything. Starting with Kilmainham Gaol and ending with the Book of Kells, we left no site (or pint glass) unturned. Have I mentioned how delicious the beer was over there? Because it was. We even got out of the city for an afternoon and took in the beautiful town of Glendalough, way up in the Wicklow Mountains, and home to an ancient monastic site founded by... St. Kevin.
Upon our return, it took a few days to get back in the swing of things -- but with the Celtics in the playoffs (and now, the Finals) and the Sox fighting to get atop the AL East (achieved last night), I managed to fix my sleeping schedule pretty quickly. It looks like it's going to be a sweltering one this weekend -- I plan on taking my first dip in our pool tomorrow -- and we'll be heading up north for Mark & Autumn's baby shower (I'm going to be an uncle!) tomorrow night. Good times.
For now, though, it's time to focus. There are still things that need to be done today. Like catching up on the newvideos that Cyrus and Duck have put up on YouTube. And, of course, there's still the one big, important task left for this evening: BEAT LA.