ireland!

hey, last time I was in ireland I was, according to my mom, quite sick and we just kind of hung out while I crapped my pants and acted like sick two year olds act. This time, I'm also about to crap my pants, but it's mostly because of what's known here on the emerald isle as 'glee'. turns out, leprechauns are plentiful and pots of gold are everywhere. The guinness is, in fact, much tastier than it is everywhere else and uh, what else? Good soundguys and polite people here in Belfast, and actually, a little bit of good mexican food, which, well...is surprising to put it mildly. Tomorrow's the last day of our wild adventure. Last night we drove straight from Kingston to the Hollyhead ferry (six hours) then took the ferry to dublin (three hours) and then drove another three hours with Toby, drunk on Buckfast, berating us all the while. there were eleven of us in the van. everyone was farting. Not a lot of sleep. I feel like a hobo and smell like one too (to the tune of 'happy birthday' [alternate version]).
What else? I dunno. We got a little bit of Jez Courdelle last night and we had the best show of the tour for sure. Thanks England and Scotland and Wales! You are all the best! We'll see you next time. Now, it's ireland's turn and I've gotta go shake the promoter here down for a little more of his gold, so I'll say goodnight to y'all.

xoxoxo