Busy weekend, but not as busy as it could have been, which was nice.
On Friday we headed into City Centre, Dublin, and went to St. Michan’s Church, of which the big attraction is the naturally preserved mummies which dwell in the crypt underneath. Our quirky but lovable tour guide informed us that the mummies ranged in age, but averaged around 300 years old. Want to hear the creepiest bit?
He let us touch one.
No joke. I’ve touched a really old corpse. I washed my finger later, though. Bonnie and I then hit up the Dublin Writers Museum, which offered an audio tour spanning the history of the Irish literary tradition. Next, we made our way to The Savoy, a crazy-cool theatre with plush-red seats, and the largest movie screen I have ever seen, hidden behind a gorgeous red curtain which was pulled open for previews, closed, then opened again for the feature, Walk the Line. Great movie. My favorite line: “She’s not my wife. I keep askin’ her, but she keeps sayin’ no.” Bonnie’s favorite line: “Hi I’m Johnny Cash.”
After a quick dinner, we ended the night at The Bankers, where an improv group called The Craic Pack was performing. There were only a scant few cultural jokes that I didn’t get (perhaps due to the abundantly obvious American tourists in the back), and the rest of the show was all sorts of funny.
We spent Saturday in a town called Trim, about an hour out of Dublin. Trim’s known for its castle ruins, which made for incredible sights. We spent a large amount of time walking in and around Trim Castle, and then headed further out of the town to check out the gorgeous remains of the Yellow Steeple, Sheep’s Gate, and a breathtaking old cathedral. When we got back to Dublin, we ate good, cheap Indian food. If only we could find a place that does buffet…
Sunday was a lazy one. We headed into the city around 4:30 with my laptop, in a desperate attempt to find internet access that would grant precious use of FTP clients and Second Life. After trying several different coffee shops, two café’s, and a McDonald’s, we gave up and met some friends at a sushi place… which apparently had free wifi. Hence, Bonnie was able to cavort around Second Life for a short while, and I was able to upload WordPress’s config files, and finally start this blog like I’ve been meaning to do for the past week. Thanks, aya!
Flickr photos from last two weeks are now up. They start here in Dublin, on 31 January, and go backwards through Cork and Blarney, which we visited the weekend of 3 February. Photos from this past week start here at St. Michan’s Church on 10 February. Remember to click back, and not forwards through the photos, as they are arranged in reverse chronological order to keep the newest at the top. Enjoy. – sj
2 replies on “Mummies, Authors, Cash, Improv, Trim, WiFi”
Hmm, your weekend sounds suspiciously like my weekend. Stalker!
Wait on somebody hand and foot means to do ehrtyeving for someone so that they won`t have to do anything by themselves. It would be amazing to wait on someone hand and foot during my stay in Ireland. Get your foot in the door means to start working in a company at a low level but having the opportunity to grow. when i get a part time job, i will hope it gets my foot in the door to a full time job! Foot the bill means to pay for something: Last night i footed the bill for the drinks Shoot one’s self in the foot means to act self destructively He shot himself in the foot by confessing that he cheated Put one’s foot in the ground means to stand up for a decision, ideal, idea, thought She is so stubborn! She is always putting her foot in the ground whenever she thinks something’s right! Have one foot in the ground means when someone is close to deathSorry, I’m not up for writing a phrase with such a sense of black humour! To get off on the wrong foot means to have a wrong first impression of someone We didn’t get along very well at first, I think we got off on the wrong foot