Dublin

It's the end of day 2 in Dublin. Day one consisted of me buying a much-needed flat iron for the hair and then sleeping until dinner time. Day two thus far has consisted of me buying two new pairs of shoes (loving the leopard print ballerina flats) and a new green leather jacket that Stacy and Clinton would approve of. Then we came back to the hotel and slept. Tomorrow is when we begin seriously being tourists. Maybe we'll even feel a need to bust out the camera.

The hotel is okay; three-star European, which is apparently the equivalent of a sideways thumb from Roger Ebert. Kind of a mixed bag. Of course the room is small. Of course the bedspread looks like something from your grandma's nightmare. But the bathroom is a nice surprise since it's apparently been redone sometime recently. Although nice, it throws off the whole aesthetic, like someone just forgot to remodel the rest of the place after they finished the bathroom. Overall I'm okay with it. Except the television that won't let us turn it off unless we unplug it. It will just turn itself right back on over and over again. Obstinate bastard.

Obviously the Raisins know how to kick up their heels on vacation. We're tired, sue us.