Haven't Seen For Awhile
I returned to these glorious United States of America on June 31 at 9:18 PM local time (3:18 Dublin time) at the Atlanta airport into the waiting arms of...well, following a "Catch Me If You Can" chase around the terminal...into the waiting arms of Miss Erin Woods. I spent the next week with her and my other dear FU friends in Greenville enjoying a fabulous celebration of the Fourth of July and an unhealthy number of games of Super Tennis.
Back to the Ireland thing. This was a fantastic trip which I shouldn't need to explain. Hopefully I have told everyone of the hilarious details of this international excursion so I will try and avoid redundancy (however redundancy in Ireland means downsizing). Other fun words that the Irish throw around: "Craic"=fun, a good time Ex-Last night when I passed out while it was still light out was a lot of craic. One town in the countryside which boasted the world's larget singles meeting festival had a slogan that read "We're here for the craic, the women and the beer!" My attempts to obtain a t-shirt that displayed this were not successful. Check the profile for a sampling of the pictures I took on my journey.
I returned home for an evening and then travelled with my parents to the beach where we spent a hot, sun-soaked weekend.
Work began on Monday. What can I say about this. It is 95 degrees outside. The inside of a house that has no airconditioning unit forms a heat trap. This is not even to mention the heat that is intensified when one spends the day on the roof under the sun with the shingles melting below your feet. At the end of everyday I look as if I may have simply been spending the last 9 hours in a pool fully clothed, if only that were the case.
Back to the Ireland thing. This was a fantastic trip which I shouldn't need to explain. Hopefully I have told everyone of the hilarious details of this international excursion so I will try and avoid redundancy (however redundancy in Ireland means downsizing). Other fun words that the Irish throw around: "Craic"=fun, a good time Ex-Last night when I passed out while it was still light out was a lot of craic. One town in the countryside which boasted the world's larget singles meeting festival had a slogan that read "We're here for the craic, the women and the beer!" My attempts to obtain a t-shirt that displayed this were not successful. Check the profile for a sampling of the pictures I took on my journey.
I returned home for an evening and then travelled with my parents to the beach where we spent a hot, sun-soaked weekend.
Work began on Monday. What can I say about this. It is 95 degrees outside. The inside of a house that has no airconditioning unit forms a heat trap. This is not even to mention the heat that is intensified when one spends the day on the roof under the sun with the shingles melting below your feet. At the end of everyday I look as if I may have simply been spending the last 9 hours in a pool fully clothed, if only that were the case.
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