Dublin: Friday Recap
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lagilmanForgive me, LJ, for it has been, um, several days since my last post.
When last we left our intrepid meerkat, she had spent all Thursday wandering Dublin center, and fighting off jet-lag. Friday -- after declining the full Irish breakfast in favor of more digestible eggs-and-toast-and-tea -- I headed out once again.
First stop: Trinity, and the Book Of Kells. A lovely exhibit, but the true moment of glory was coming up the stairs and into the Long Hall, and being greeted by the sight of All Those Old Books. Rows and rows of Old Books. I paused, and soaked it all in, feeling much like Giles on a good day. :-) Then, onward to Christ Church, which was very pretty but I think I've reached saturation point for Christian houses of worship. God may be infinite, but Her architects are more limited. Although watching the two priests fuss with the placement of a gilded cross was worth the price of admission: I had a flashback to Father Ted, for those whom that means anything.
A pause for lunch -- the most authentic Irish curry you can imagine (yes, it came with chips) and I had a passing thought as to a Lands Vin short story that, by the end of lunch had become a plotted-out novella. Or maybe a novel. Um. Onward to Dublinia which, although tacky-sounding, is actually a very nice three-part exhibit covering Viking Dublin, Medieval Dublin, and modern archaeological techniques and studies. My research begins to percolate, my brain begins to refill..
I could, then, having done more research. I could have gone shopping. I could have gone back to the hotel and had a short nap. Instead, I grabbed a whiskey in a pub and worked on my due-Tuesday essays while I waited for Catie and The Ted and dinner (pizza. In Dublin. All sorts of wrong and yet quite tasty). Thence on to Pcon...
Poor Juliette McKenna had missed her flight, requiring some quick-shifting of the opening ceremonies, but all went off in amusing fashion, followed by a reading of the radio play "Mildew Manor" that was quite wonderful and viciously funny, and then, um, to the bar we went. Because, y'know, it's a convention.
Left before 11, to make sure I could find my way back to my hotel while the streets were still crowded. Ah, Temple Bar on a Friday night. Oy. Children.
Next rock: Saturday, and what she did there
When last we left our intrepid meerkat, she had spent all Thursday wandering Dublin center, and fighting off jet-lag. Friday -- after declining the full Irish breakfast in favor of more digestible eggs-and-toast-and-tea -- I headed out once again.
First stop: Trinity, and the Book Of Kells. A lovely exhibit, but the true moment of glory was coming up the stairs and into the Long Hall, and being greeted by the sight of All Those Old Books. Rows and rows of Old Books. I paused, and soaked it all in, feeling much like Giles on a good day. :-) Then, onward to Christ Church, which was very pretty but I think I've reached saturation point for Christian houses of worship. God may be infinite, but Her architects are more limited. Although watching the two priests fuss with the placement of a gilded cross was worth the price of admission: I had a flashback to Father Ted, for those whom that means anything.
A pause for lunch -- the most authentic Irish curry you can imagine (yes, it came with chips) and I had a passing thought as to a Lands Vin short story that, by the end of lunch had become a plotted-out novella. Or maybe a novel. Um. Onward to Dublinia which, although tacky-sounding, is actually a very nice three-part exhibit covering Viking Dublin, Medieval Dublin, and modern archaeological techniques and studies. My research begins to percolate, my brain begins to refill..
I could, then, having done more research. I could have gone shopping. I could have gone back to the hotel and had a short nap. Instead, I grabbed a whiskey in a pub and worked on my due-Tuesday essays while I waited for Catie and The Ted and dinner (pizza. In Dublin. All sorts of wrong and yet quite tasty). Thence on to Pcon...
Poor Juliette McKenna had missed her flight, requiring some quick-shifting of the opening ceremonies, but all went off in amusing fashion, followed by a reading of the radio play "Mildew Manor" that was quite wonderful and viciously funny, and then, um, to the bar we went. Because, y'know, it's a convention.
Left before 11, to make sure I could find my way back to my hotel while the streets were still crowded. Ah, Temple Bar on a Friday night. Oy. Children.
Next rock: Saturday, and what she did there
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:31 am (UTC)And a bar, a con, in Dublin? I'm stunned you're capable of speech. :)
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Date: 2010-03-07 12:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-07 03:34 am (UTC)Dublinia sounds cool, too.
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Date: 2010-03-07 09:02 am (UTC)Yes. The best line of FT came at Dermot Morgan's funeral (he died 24 hours after recording the last episode) in which a bishop, IIRC, remarked to the congregation that "Dermot had a wonderful love/hate relationship with the Cat'olic church. [pause] Actually, it was mostly hate."
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Date: 2010-03-07 03:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-03-09 11:20 pm (UTC)