Off To Town. Catch Ya Later
After 6 days of Guinness and 5 of turkey, I have a need to finally go outside.
I hear it’s cold out there, in that turning your collar to the cold and damp kind of way. And it’s dark already despite the long stretch in the evenings noticeable since before Christmas Day.
Town. That would be Dublin. I need to go before everything closes. And when I return I’ll finish my Irish KC review of 2007 - I’m dying to know what happens in the end.
Hopefully I’ll be back before midnight this New Year’s Eve here in Ireland. And remember, if you don’t have any Irish (language, not blood or music) but you want to pretend you do - try these Irish Happy New Year Phrases
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Slainte mhor agus a h-uile beannachd duibh, Eolai. Which means good health and all good blessings in Scottish Gaelic. Not a kick in the breeks off of your version.
Bliadhna mhath ur, a’ghraidh. Don’t drink anything red. Or green. Or blue unless a doctor makes you.