MOTD

Just back from the trip to the Emerald Isle for cousin Mary's wedding. I was under the impression that this was supposed to be just outside Dublin but was actually held in the wilds of the Queen's County: Ballyroan for the service and Darrow for the evening debauch. I met The Brother and his good lady wife at Dublin airport and we headed to Darrow for some catching up and drinking practice. Meeting all of the relatives was great as I hadn't seen many of them in a dozen year and I failed to recognise a few of my cousins. On Friday I headed deeper inland with one branch of the family to their homestead in Tullamore. Hilarity ensued. On Saturday the Offaly folk were keen to demonstrate that the area was a focal point for good science and so took me to Birr Castle to see telescopes, turbines and photographs. Saturday night I was in the Holiday Inn at Dublin Airport and then up at the crack of dawn to get back here. The plane was full of South Africans who appeared surprisingly undepressed. Bastards! And it is a good deal warmer in Chi-town than it was over there.

I have a similar game to go through in December when Siobhan gets hitched in Sligo. Mercifully my recovery should be helped by a quick trip to CT and NYC as a surprise call from Yang invited me over to do the Macy's Parade with her. Woohoo!