Dublin moments, fire alarm edition – Scotland/Ireland snippets
Apparently we’ve been approaching fire alarms wrong all this time.
Apparently we’ve been approaching fire alarms wrong all this time.
Best laid plans.
Oh, the stories he could tell. And did.
When in doubt and all that.
She likes to give them a challenge.
Go for the afternoon tea reputation, stay for the decadent ladies’ room.
The theme of the sweet portion of the menu was inspired by Grace Kelly.
We got absolutely brilliant, warm, sunshiney weather for 75-80% of our two-week trip. I have the pink nose to prove it.
Also, have a bonus Guinness harp:
We’re back! I’ll be posting some comic snippets of our Scotland/Ireland adventures (misadventures?), though not necessarily in chronological order. You’ll find them all collected in the Scotland/Ireland tag here, or you can work yourself forward from the first entry here.
In the meantime, we hadn’t even started our trip yet and already we were loopy:
At least twice now U.S. customs & immigration has sequestered me in a white room while taking away my passport for . . . I don’t know, analysis? Though these days they’re nicer. One time three officers and I spent the too-long background-check time chatting about action movie stars.
(Two of the officers and I expressed patent disapproval for the third officer’s preference.)
Death by hydrangea is the most devastating death of all.
That episode is just a big giant no.