Today for Devising class we went to the National Art Gallery to see the Edvard Munch(you know..."The Scream"? Ya. That guy) prints. Really cool stuff. We were instructed to people watch... so we wandered around the museum... I saw the 20th Century Irish Art exhibit I had missed on my last visit along with the Yeats Exhibit. I left earlier than most people, though I did stop in to see my favorite "Connemara Girl" ( by Augustus Nicholas Burke), before I left.
I walked across the street to Merrion Square Park and walked around for a bit taking in the beautiful scenery before I settled down on a bench and finished the play I was reading. It was a lovely relaxing afternoon. I wandered a bit more around the park and went to hang out with my good pal Oscar Wilde (his statue is in the park) then headed back to the apartment which is literally 2 minutes away.
I spent the next 2 hours calling and searching and finalizing my trip to Leenane this weekend. I must be out of my mind, but I am going alone. Yup. My first solo trip. I haven't even been to a movie by myself, for goodness sake. But as all of my tutors seem to say, I "didn't travel 3,000 miles to be comfortable." I got all the details figured out so I am extremely excited. It is actually quite complicated to get out there... that whole area is basically cut off... not a big touristy place.
Well, I still have more plays to read before tomorrow and I need to make myself some dinner or something. More later.
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
working my way through the alphabet... glendalough, howth
I am getting really bad at doing this... I have even slacked on my private journaling.
Hokay so...
On Friday I got up at around 7am in order to make sure I wasn't going to be late to Voice class again. Cathal will seriously end me if I am again. Yikes. So I was there early. That class is ridiculously relaxing. So after we all rushed to the Center to make the bus to Glendalough. After about an hour we got there and started our trek to the top of the mountain.
This is just a taste. It was awesome face.
Me and some of the lads being epic on the top.
We took a really long time walking up and then back down so we couldn't make it to Johnny Fox's (Ireland's highest pub) so instead we went and saw some beautiful monastic ruins, which in my opinion, was much more awesome than drinking... again.
We got back on the bus after that and headed back. It was Culture Night in Dublin so we changed and got ready to go out. Culture Night is a night when most of the museums and other cultural type things are open late into the night and are free. A few of the lads and I went over to Trinty College and went to the international student reception and joined the International Student Club. I met a some French guys who were baffled by my name and some cool German girls.
After that we headed to the Science Museum because there was a Bubble exhibit. I stood inside a bubble. Literally. The bubble was formed around me. I also got put my hand through a bubble. It was flippin' sweet. Then we kind of wandered around for a bit trying to find more stuff to do. Half the group went to The Stag's Head and the other half went to Temple Bar area. I went with the Temple Bar group but after a while I walked my friend back to the train so she could go home. Then I tried to find The Stag's Head and got horribly turned around. I ended up walking around Dublin for about 2 hours on my lonesome. Finally I went to meet up with some people at Doyle's and danced for a bit. Discussed the Lisbon Treaty with a man named Andy at the bar. It was quite funny yet informative.
After a while I decided I needed to sleep so I headed home. So walking done the streets of Dublin around 1am I ran into my friend Ethan on the street. We both agreed it was a completely bizarre happenstance but he walked me part of the way home since it was 1am.
Saturday I went to the Temple Bar market for breakfast and got a Blueberry Scone. YUM. :) Spent the day catching up on some work then got Indian food with some folks for dinner. They all went out dancing and I stayed home (like a lame-o) and read an awesome play by Marina Carr.
This morning I woke up and the roommates and I headed to Howth, a seaside town just outside Dublin. There was a lovely market, which was unexpected, which we bought some delicious baked goods at. We walked by the seaside for a while then ate the lunches we packed, enjoying the view. Headed back on the train after a few hours.
I bought Carrot Cake at the market which is currently sitting in my fridge and it is taking most of my will power not to devour it.
Carrot Cake is amazing. Ah.
Hokay so...
On Friday I got up at around 7am in order to make sure I wasn't going to be late to Voice class again. Cathal will seriously end me if I am again. Yikes. So I was there early. That class is ridiculously relaxing. So after we all rushed to the Center to make the bus to Glendalough. After about an hour we got there and started our trek to the top of the mountain.
This is just a taste. It was awesome face.
Me and some of the lads being epic on the top.We took a really long time walking up and then back down so we couldn't make it to Johnny Fox's (Ireland's highest pub) so instead we went and saw some beautiful monastic ruins, which in my opinion, was much more awesome than drinking... again.
We got back on the bus after that and headed back. It was Culture Night in Dublin so we changed and got ready to go out. Culture Night is a night when most of the museums and other cultural type things are open late into the night and are free. A few of the lads and I went over to Trinty College and went to the international student reception and joined the International Student Club. I met a some French guys who were baffled by my name and some cool German girls.
After that we headed to the Science Museum because there was a Bubble exhibit. I stood inside a bubble. Literally. The bubble was formed around me. I also got put my hand through a bubble. It was flippin' sweet. Then we kind of wandered around for a bit trying to find more stuff to do. Half the group went to The Stag's Head and the other half went to Temple Bar area. I went with the Temple Bar group but after a while I walked my friend back to the train so she could go home. Then I tried to find The Stag's Head and got horribly turned around. I ended up walking around Dublin for about 2 hours on my lonesome. Finally I went to meet up with some people at Doyle's and danced for a bit. Discussed the Lisbon Treaty with a man named Andy at the bar. It was quite funny yet informative.
After a while I decided I needed to sleep so I headed home. So walking done the streets of Dublin around 1am I ran into my friend Ethan on the street. We both agreed it was a completely bizarre happenstance but he walked me part of the way home since it was 1am.
Saturday I went to the Temple Bar market for breakfast and got a Blueberry Scone. YUM. :) Spent the day catching up on some work then got Indian food with some folks for dinner. They all went out dancing and I stayed home (like a lame-o) and read an awesome play by Marina Carr.
This morning I woke up and the roommates and I headed to Howth, a seaside town just outside Dublin. There was a lovely market, which was unexpected, which we bought some delicious baked goods at. We walked by the seaside for a while then ate the lunches we packed, enjoying the view. Headed back on the train after a few hours.
I bought Carrot Cake at the market which is currently sitting in my fridge and it is taking most of my will power not to devour it.
Carrot Cake is amazing. Ah.
Monday, September 21, 2009
galway,inishmor,burren,cliffs of moher and more... haha.
So Galway.
Got off to a bad start. We miscalculated how long it would take us to get to the train station so we ran the last 6 minutes of the journey. I went to pick up the tickets I had purchased online but they couldn't find my reservation. We went to the kiosk to try to buy more but our student cards weren't working. Finally, as we were about to miss our train, Nina bought adult tickets and we RAN to catch our train. Since we got there just in time we lost our seats so we stood in the luggage section for about an hour and a half. We found seats and played 'MASH' and 'Soulmate' for the remainder the trip. Awesome.
We got to Galway about 5:15pm and went to figure out the ticket situation. Turns out we only bought one ticket on accident. But we got it all sorted and headed to the hostel. We got there around 6pm. Met some French Canadian guys only to find out that the website I had booked through didn't communicate with the actual hostel so they didn't have beds for us. They apologized a bunch and got us beds at another hostel one block over. It was okay though because we all adored the guys who worked at the new hostel's reception who were awesome and Australian.
We got to our room that we were suppose to be sharing with another girl. We changed and head out for dinner. We walked around trying to find some place to eat and decided on The King's Head pub. We all shared a bottle of wine and I tried my first mussel! Bah! Not half bad. Then I ate potato and leech soup with brown bread. YUM. We chatted with some English guys who were at the table next to us who recommend pubs for when we go to London.
We walked around after dinner for a while and went to a pub called Tuffes and Nina and I had James and Ginger and listened to some Irish music. Best ever. Then head to Supermac's ( an Irish fast food chain) and got Italian icecream. Weird? Then headed to another pub we had heard about that had a live band. Jenni and I ordered a Cider and Black (Cider with Blackcurrent... so gooooood). Nina then decided I need to talk to the group of guys that were eyeing us. To all of you who know me well, you must realize how completely against this I was. Jenni and I went to listen to the band, Molly and Nina talked to them. Finally, I sucked it up and went over.
We spent the rest of the evening talking. They were very interesting guys actually. Their names were, wait for it... Andy, Andrew and Jaime. Sadly, not an Eamonn or Seamus or Patrick in sight.
He was impressed with my knowledge of Hurling and Irish things. He said I was smart for an American. He was from County Kerry and completely offensive.
Andy was from Kilkenny and was really nice so we talked for a while. He wants to visit America... I recommended Texas; he agreed. He asked how I had liked his town and we had a lovely chat about how its not REALLY 'Medieval'.
We were exhausted so finally around 11 we head back to the hostel. We ended up talking for a while about random things which was really nice.
The next day we all woke up, enjoyed free hostel breakfast and headed to catch the bus, then the ferry to the Aran Islands. We got to Inis Mór around 11am, rented bikes and set off on a fantastic adventure.
It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my entire life. I can't really describe how peaceful and wonderful it was to take a leisurely bike ride. It is the only way to see the Island in my opinion. Little tour buses kept passing us and I felt bad for them actually... they were really missing out.
Just an example. Pictures can not do the scenery justice.
We rode for about 2 hours and stopped for lunch at Dun Aonghasa, a Celtic ruin that dates back to 2000 B.C. We debated taking the hike up to see it as we were having such a fantastic time biking. The lady at the visitors center basically told us not going would be like going to the Grand Canyon and then not going to see it. She was a little intense about it, but we paid our euro and went up.
IT. WAS. INCREDIBLE. I was completely and utterly dumbfounded by how spectacular the view was. You could see for hundreds of miles. The view of the Atlantic will be ingrained in my mind forever. At least I hope so.
We stayed for more than an hour, talking and looking, relaxing and being generally flabbergasted. We reluctantly started our decent as we needed to bike back to port to make the last ferry back to the mainland. Unfortunately about half way through that trip my camera broke so I don't have pictures from the second half of the journey which is really, really sad because it was amazing as well. We got back just in time to make the ferry.
We got back to Galway around 8pm and were exhausted and starving. We had delicious dinner and coffee and discussed our amazing day. We all agreed it was out favorite thing we have done so far. We got some dessert crepes at a local crepery. Greeeeeat stuff. Headed back to the hostel and played cards since no one wanted to spend more money. Spent the night talking, which again, was great.
The next morning we parted ways. Jenni and Molly stayed in Galway to see the sights and Nina and I head out on our bus tour of the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher. The tour was nice, though we were spoiled by the day before and the bus was not as awesome (especially for pictures). We had a large Irish lunch followed by coffee and cheesecake at a pub called Fitzpatricks then went to the cliffs.
The cliffs were incredible, obviously. We went out past the "Don't go past this point" sign... as everyone does. That was totally worth it because the pictures were so much better.
We spent about and hour there then got back on the bus and saw a Celtic burial site then toured a cave (in which they found bear skeletons). That is a big deal here as bears haven't inhabited Ireland in 1000 years. The cave itself was kind of lame but Nina and I made the best of it.
We got back to Galway around 5:30 then went to the train station to catch the train back to Dublin. However, our train had a technical malfunction and we ended up spending 2 hours on the platform before FINALLY leaving. That got us in to Dublin around 10: 45 and we didn't get home until 11- something. Needless to say I was exhausted.
All in all, it was a completely fantastic weekend.
Jeez, that was a lot to write. If you got to the end of this and read it all, you really are a true friend. ; )
Got off to a bad start. We miscalculated how long it would take us to get to the train station so we ran the last 6 minutes of the journey. I went to pick up the tickets I had purchased online but they couldn't find my reservation. We went to the kiosk to try to buy more but our student cards weren't working. Finally, as we were about to miss our train, Nina bought adult tickets and we RAN to catch our train. Since we got there just in time we lost our seats so we stood in the luggage section for about an hour and a half. We found seats and played 'MASH' and 'Soulmate' for the remainder the trip. Awesome.
We got to Galway about 5:15pm and went to figure out the ticket situation. Turns out we only bought one ticket on accident. But we got it all sorted and headed to the hostel. We got there around 6pm. Met some French Canadian guys only to find out that the website I had booked through didn't communicate with the actual hostel so they didn't have beds for us. They apologized a bunch and got us beds at another hostel one block over. It was okay though because we all adored the guys who worked at the new hostel's reception who were awesome and Australian.
We got to our room that we were suppose to be sharing with another girl. We changed and head out for dinner. We walked around trying to find some place to eat and decided on The King's Head pub. We all shared a bottle of wine and I tried my first mussel! Bah! Not half bad. Then I ate potato and leech soup with brown bread. YUM. We chatted with some English guys who were at the table next to us who recommend pubs for when we go to London.
We walked around after dinner for a while and went to a pub called Tuffes and Nina and I had James and Ginger and listened to some Irish music. Best ever. Then head to Supermac's ( an Irish fast food chain) and got Italian icecream. Weird? Then headed to another pub we had heard about that had a live band. Jenni and I ordered a Cider and Black (Cider with Blackcurrent... so gooooood). Nina then decided I need to talk to the group of guys that were eyeing us. To all of you who know me well, you must realize how completely against this I was. Jenni and I went to listen to the band, Molly and Nina talked to them. Finally, I sucked it up and went over.
We spent the rest of the evening talking. They were very interesting guys actually. Their names were, wait for it... Andy, Andrew and Jaime. Sadly, not an Eamonn or Seamus or Patrick in sight.
*giant frowny face*
Jaime and I hit it off, as he was a complete bro. I don't think he realized that that was the only reason I talked to him for so long. That, and he was attractive. But I digress.
He was impressed with my knowledge of Hurling and Irish things. He said I was smart for an American. He was from County Kerry and completely offensive.
Andy was from Kilkenny and was really nice so we talked for a while. He wants to visit America... I recommended Texas; he agreed. He asked how I had liked his town and we had a lovely chat about how its not REALLY 'Medieval'.
We were exhausted so finally around 11 we head back to the hostel. We ended up talking for a while about random things which was really nice.
The next day we all woke up, enjoyed free hostel breakfast and headed to catch the bus, then the ferry to the Aran Islands. We got to Inis Mór around 11am, rented bikes and set off on a fantastic adventure.
It is one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my entire life. I can't really describe how peaceful and wonderful it was to take a leisurely bike ride. It is the only way to see the Island in my opinion. Little tour buses kept passing us and I felt bad for them actually... they were really missing out.
Just an example. Pictures can not do the scenery justice.
We rode for about 2 hours and stopped for lunch at Dun Aonghasa, a Celtic ruin that dates back to 2000 B.C. We debated taking the hike up to see it as we were having such a fantastic time biking. The lady at the visitors center basically told us not going would be like going to the Grand Canyon and then not going to see it. She was a little intense about it, but we paid our euro and went up.
IT. WAS. INCREDIBLE. I was completely and utterly dumbfounded by how spectacular the view was. You could see for hundreds of miles. The view of the Atlantic will be ingrained in my mind forever. At least I hope so.
We stayed for more than an hour, talking and looking, relaxing and being generally flabbergasted. We reluctantly started our decent as we needed to bike back to port to make the last ferry back to the mainland. Unfortunately about half way through that trip my camera broke so I don't have pictures from the second half of the journey which is really, really sad because it was amazing as well. We got back just in time to make the ferry.
We got back to Galway around 8pm and were exhausted and starving. We had delicious dinner and coffee and discussed our amazing day. We all agreed it was out favorite thing we have done so far. We got some dessert crepes at a local crepery. Greeeeeat stuff. Headed back to the hostel and played cards since no one wanted to spend more money. Spent the night talking, which again, was great.
The next morning we parted ways. Jenni and Molly stayed in Galway to see the sights and Nina and I head out on our bus tour of the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher. The tour was nice, though we were spoiled by the day before and the bus was not as awesome (especially for pictures). We had a large Irish lunch followed by coffee and cheesecake at a pub called Fitzpatricks then went to the cliffs.
The cliffs were incredible, obviously. We went out past the "Don't go past this point" sign... as everyone does. That was totally worth it because the pictures were so much better.
We spent about and hour there then got back on the bus and saw a Celtic burial site then toured a cave (in which they found bear skeletons). That is a big deal here as bears haven't inhabited Ireland in 1000 years. The cave itself was kind of lame but Nina and I made the best of it.
We got back to Galway around 5:30 then went to the train station to catch the train back to Dublin. However, our train had a technical malfunction and we ended up spending 2 hours on the platform before FINALLY leaving. That got us in to Dublin around 10: 45 and we didn't get home until 11- something. Needless to say I was exhausted.
All in all, it was a completely fantastic weekend.
Jeez, that was a lot to write. If you got to the end of this and read it all, you really are a true friend. ; )
Friday, September 18, 2009
paaaaacking part deuce
Favorite sandwich:
Turkey, Swiss and Blackcurrent Jam.
:D
Leaving for Galway... and missing everyone from home.
Turkey, Swiss and Blackcurrent Jam.
:D
Leaving for Galway... and missing everyone from home.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
packing
Saw some crazy theatre tonight... a show called PowerPoint. The jury is still out.
Packing my backpack for Galway. I have more food than clothes right now. Ah... the life of a student traveler.
Friday- Train to Galway...
Saturday- Aran Island tour... Galway for some night life.
Sunday- Cliffs of Moher... train home.
Its gonna be INTENSE. Like camping, or the circus.
Packing my backpack for Galway. I have more food than clothes right now. Ah... the life of a student traveler.
Friday- Train to Galway...
Saturday- Aran Island tour... Galway for some night life.
Sunday- Cliffs of Moher... train home.
Its gonna be INTENSE. Like camping, or the circus.
That was for you, Claire.
Ok. Back to paaaaacking.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Monday, September 14, 2009
AWESOME.
I got up today and ate LOTS of Nutella.
Then Jenni and I went to the National Gallery of Art which is about a 2 minutes walk from my apartment. It was so much fun... the art was beautiful. I saw a collection of miniatures illustrations done for a Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales as well as loads of Irish painters from the 18th and 18th century.
After about 2 hours we head back home and made lunch (which included me eating more nutella). Then headed to Devising class. Then rushed from Devising to the show, 'La Clique' which was a 20 minutes run-walk from Gaiety.
The show... was INCREDIBLE. Oh my goodness. Let me just take a moment.
Fun Fact: I have been wasting my time dating actors and singers. I should pursue circus performers.
The show began with a large wonderful black man in drag singing Nessun Dorma.
The first act was two (extremely attractive) 'English' men (The English Gents... look them up.) in pinstripe suits who performed so FANTASTIC feats of acrobatics. I mean, this guy stood on his partner's head. Literally. Then switched and was on one had. Balanced on his partners head. Oh right... then they preceded to strip down to their Irish flag underwear... and do more crazy stuff. I have never seen muscles like that in my life.
Fun Fact: It was awesome.
The second act was a fabulous man named Mario, Queen of the Circus. The fun thing was... he performed juggling to a Queen song. Hence the name.
Then the was a man dressed as Betty Doll doing a hilarious Silks routine.
Then there was the beautiful awesome girl who performed hula hoop tricks.
Captain Frodo, the clutzy, hilarious contortionist who threw confetti for emphasis. He was a crowd favorite.
Then, was Bathtub guy. At least that is how we describe him. He was basically was in the bathtub... then he did this intense rope routine thingy. I can't really describe it but it was sweet.
Fun fact: Its called being an 'aerialist'. Good to know.
Intermission. And yes... I am going to describe ever act and YOU WILL ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Ok.
Nessun Dorma came back and sang "Circle of Life/Umbrella" wearing a zebra print jump suit, a giant hot pink fro and matching leg warmers.
My old pal, Mario road a unicycle to Queen's "Bicycle Race" and juggled a bit more. I love him and his fake (painted) mustache.
Then this BEAUTIFUL (not using that word lightly) young woman performed the most haunting trapeze routine. Her feet were bleeding by the end... my friend Joey( who had worked with Circus people) told me that trapeze is all about the pain and that it never stops hurting. Made the whole thing more haunting and sad. Ah!
Then my adorable zebra man came back and sang some Radiohead. Made me think fondly of Rockband.
Then. Oh.My.Goodness. Came the The Skating Aratas. A moment of silence please. They are 7th generation circus performers. Yah. They... well basically I am not sure I can explain what the heck they did on that stage... there was some crazy stuff happening. It was like being ON the skating rink during an ice skating routine but 10 times more intense. I was literally about 8 feet from a woman being spun around at HIGH speeds holding on with her ankles around her partners neck. Then they did this thing wear she had the rope thing around her neck and was like spinning herself ... wait for it... BY HER FLIPPIN' NECK. Youtube that stuff, NOW. OH.MY.GOSH. It was act was extremely sexy actually which was a little weird when I found out they were brother and sister. But I digress.
Then we crowd surfed Mario to "We are the Champions". A whole new meaning to crowd interaction.
Captain Frodo came back and did some more double jointed awesomeness...
They all came back and the crowd was on their feet screaming and yelling and clapping like mad. It was insane. I haven't been that excited by a show is FOREVER. I mean I was literally beside myself. BLAH!
I came home feeling quite un-extraordinary and decided to eat more Nutella. I bought the jar Saturday... its basically gone. Yep.
The show was... AWESOME. Today was AWESOME. Dublin is AWESOME.
Then Jenni and I went to the National Gallery of Art which is about a 2 minutes walk from my apartment. It was so much fun... the art was beautiful. I saw a collection of miniatures illustrations done for a Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales as well as loads of Irish painters from the 18th and 18th century.
After about 2 hours we head back home and made lunch (which included me eating more nutella). Then headed to Devising class. Then rushed from Devising to the show, 'La Clique' which was a 20 minutes run-walk from Gaiety.
The show... was INCREDIBLE. Oh my goodness. Let me just take a moment.
Fun Fact: I have been wasting my time dating actors and singers. I should pursue circus performers.
The show began with a large wonderful black man in drag singing Nessun Dorma.
The first act was two (extremely attractive) 'English' men (The English Gents... look them up.) in pinstripe suits who performed so FANTASTIC feats of acrobatics. I mean, this guy stood on his partner's head. Literally. Then switched and was on one had. Balanced on his partners head. Oh right... then they preceded to strip down to their Irish flag underwear... and do more crazy stuff. I have never seen muscles like that in my life.
Fun Fact: It was awesome.
The second act was a fabulous man named Mario, Queen of the Circus. The fun thing was... he performed juggling to a Queen song. Hence the name.
Then the was a man dressed as Betty Doll doing a hilarious Silks routine.
Then there was the beautiful awesome girl who performed hula hoop tricks.
Captain Frodo, the clutzy, hilarious contortionist who threw confetti for emphasis. He was a crowd favorite.
Then, was Bathtub guy. At least that is how we describe him. He was basically was in the bathtub... then he did this intense rope routine thingy. I can't really describe it but it was sweet.
Fun fact: Its called being an 'aerialist'. Good to know.
Intermission. And yes... I am going to describe ever act and YOU WILL ENJOY EVERY MINUTE OF IT.
Ok.
Nessun Dorma came back and sang "Circle of Life/Umbrella" wearing a zebra print jump suit, a giant hot pink fro and matching leg warmers.
My old pal, Mario road a unicycle to Queen's "Bicycle Race" and juggled a bit more. I love him and his fake (painted) mustache.
Then this BEAUTIFUL (not using that word lightly) young woman performed the most haunting trapeze routine. Her feet were bleeding by the end... my friend Joey( who had worked with Circus people) told me that trapeze is all about the pain and that it never stops hurting. Made the whole thing more haunting and sad. Ah!
Then my adorable zebra man came back and sang some Radiohead. Made me think fondly of Rockband.
Then. Oh.My.Goodness. Came the The Skating Aratas. A moment of silence please. They are 7th generation circus performers. Yah. They... well basically I am not sure I can explain what the heck they did on that stage... there was some crazy stuff happening. It was like being ON the skating rink during an ice skating routine but 10 times more intense. I was literally about 8 feet from a woman being spun around at HIGH speeds holding on with her ankles around her partners neck. Then they did this thing wear she had the rope thing around her neck and was like spinning herself ... wait for it... BY HER FLIPPIN' NECK. Youtube that stuff, NOW. OH.MY.GOSH. It was act was extremely sexy actually which was a little weird when I found out they were brother and sister. But I digress.
Then we crowd surfed Mario to "We are the Champions". A whole new meaning to crowd interaction.
Captain Frodo came back and did some more double jointed awesomeness...
They all came back and the crowd was on their feet screaming and yelling and clapping like mad. It was insane. I haven't been that excited by a show is FOREVER. I mean I was literally beside myself. BLAH!
I came home feeling quite un-extraordinary and decided to eat more Nutella. I bought the jar Saturday... its basically gone. Yep.
The show was... AWESOME. Today was AWESOME. Dublin is AWESOME.
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