Saturday, October 31, 2009

Dublin´s Fair City

After the crazy weekend, the first order of business was to have Eimaer do my hair. She´s a professional hair dresser, and curently does the hair for the tv show The Tudors, because it films in Ireland very near to where she and Ben live in Bray, but she´s in the process of opening her own salon. She´s brilliant, and her creations always look amazing.

The second order of business was to go into Dublin proper to have a look around. Ben and I decided to go to the Museum of Natural History to see the Bog exhibition, because we like fun gory stuff. The bog exhibit features people who were murdered during prehistoic times and thrown into watery, muddy bogs, and became preserved. Basically the bodies petrified, even down to the hair, and it´s creepy and cool at the same time. Then we had drinks and food at an overly Irish pub.


Having my hair done at Eimaer´s house.

all done!
I heart Irish life.
Dublin.
Trinity College, the most prestigious university in Ireland.
Trinity still.
The Museum of Natural History.
The bog exhibit!
Ewwww!
Look how well the hand was preserved! Even the fingernails.
This guy was murdered and chopped into several pieces before he was thrown in the bog.
mummified.

In Dublin´s fair city . . .

A Guiness pub on every corner.


The overly Irish pub we went into.
but it was warm and cozy.

I had a Guiness, and it was so much better than it is anywhere else.
yummy.
and Ben drank American beer, go figure.

Weekend in Northern Ireland


While I was in Dublin with Ben, my crazy Irish friend Eimaer invited me last minute to go "up north" to a pre Halloween weekend party out in the country in Northern Ireland, about an hour from Belfast. Id never been to northern Ireland, so I agreed, with no idea what to expect. It was about a 3 hour drive from Dublin, so we arrived late on a Friday night to a tiny cottage out in the middle of nowhere, near the village of Downpatrick. Even though I technically changed countries, there was no border control at all, not even a sign saying welcome to the North. It turned out to be 3 days of hanging out at this cottage, talking, playing games, setting off fireworks, and dressing up in Beatles themed costumes. All in all it was unexpected, crazy, fun, and unforgettable.

We were really out in the country.

This was the road the cottage was on.
Right next to fields of sheep and cows.
Eimaer looking very 1800s reading under a tree.

pretty moss.
pretty blossoms.
old stuff.
The cottage!
The host Emmett warned us not to fall off the edge of the porch into the 7ft ditch, then fell off it himself.
Beatles party! Sgt Pepper and When I´m 64.

Norwegian woods.
Newspaper taxi.
Across the Universe.

Singalong round the table!
Penny Lane.
This sums up our weekend.