10-Nov-07 to 12-Nov-07
Last weekend was spent in Dublin, Ireland, just a 40 pound, 45 minute flight from Edinburgh . There was no loss of life or limb; 'deadly' is Irish slang for really good or cool. Sights were saw, roads were walked down, Guinness was drank.

That's the second stamp on my third passport. Woo hoo!

Standing guard in front of the Dublin castle.

Mmm, baked goods. Drool.

Being my bad self in front of the Bad Ass cafe. Rock on, dudes.

Dancing in front of The Clarence, 'Bono's hotel.'
Uno, dos, tres, catorce! (wtf, U2)