4.6.03
Well that was lovely.
Last night at fabulous Rings, in the sumptuous Embassy Suites Hotel, many friends
came to have a little drinky-drink (or nine) and wish me farewell. Thank you for coming.
It was good fun, yes? Perhaps one day in Dublin?
There was one challange to a drinking contest and little Robbie Thorpe with a two
drink handicap was the victor. I was certain jaded age would always win over bulk;
I was incorrect. This time. But I'll get you my pretty...and your little G & T too!
There was a notebook passed around for email addresses and sweet messages.
I was particularly moved by Kirsten Adams who wrote that she hopes that we "please
stay in touch or I will kick your ass!" Even Kevin, our cocktail boy ("little Timmy with
the tray will be coming over to get the drink order, I told people as they arrived")
drew a nice little cartoon. Not as nice as Gordie's, of course. And nothing was so
beautiful and thoughtful as the watercolor from Akemi. Thank you Akemi. Inside
the card Gordie penned
I know of a lassie named Thea,
Who dreamed of living in Pangea.
Now, we all know that's free,
So Ireland it will be.
And we'll dance and sing* hava nagila!
*"come, let us be glad & rejoice.
arise brethren, with joyful heart."
More poems. Was one of them a collaborative effort? The result of a drinking game?
It remains unclear... and will the author of the following please contact me so you can
have proper roadblog (TM) credit?
Shepherd's pie, soda bread, Guinness and you
If you drink too much ale, you're gonna spew
At the end of the evening, a hotel porter was called over with the big luggage cart and
I was hauled gently out to my car, and after scrabbling around for my wits and a little
focus, the hardcore (Thorpes) and I headed over to Nations's Giant Hamburgers
for the last supper there. My last Harvest Burger with bacon, my last order of squashy,
salty, wonderous fries. And it was good. And so to bed.
2.6.03
One week to go. Everyone asks "Are you excited? You must be excited!"
I do not feel the omigod Santa Claus is going to be here tomorrow morning
excited. Not the thrilled and delighted excited. A certain lady pirate has
hoisted the red flag two weeks late if you know what I am saying (but nobody
has asked me if I am that kind of excited...), so I must be calm on the outside
and all a jumble on the inside. I'll keep everyone posted - on the outside bits.
Still, I maintain that I am just happy, calm and ready ride outta town.
Is this the part where I display my massive list of things to do/wrap-up before
I go? Ouf - who wants to know about the conversation with the phone company
and defrosting the freezer? I don't even want to know.
Well there was a poignant scene when I had to make decisions about some shoes
that "just aren't going to make it to Dublin, fellas." I can't even write about it here -
the pain, the pain. Almost all you readers have asked yourselves "do I really need
seven pairs of black flats?" I think we all have answered the same.
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What's this all about?
After traveling there in 2001 and 2002, Miss Thea is off to Ireland once and for all.
Read the blog archives
Right now in Ireland
See Dublin's O'Connell Bridge live via Web cam
Check out which sort of rain is falling
Miss Thea's Irish bookmarks
Irish Times Jobs
Move to Ireland
Daft.ie -- as in, "You want a flat on St. Stephen's Green for 100 Euros a year? You must be daft!"
Tango Ireland
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