This month, I checked something off my bucket list. Something that’s been on my list for as long as I can remember.
I went to Ireland.
I went to Ireland, and it was everything that I had hoped it would be.
So, because I’m one of those people who can’t stop talking about myself, and because this is my blog so I can do whatever the fuck I want – here’s my Ireland recap – complete just a fraction of the pictures we took. (Side note: Sorry, this probably won’t be as snarky as my usual posts, but this was just such an amazing experience for me I don’t have much to be bitter and snarky about.)
Day 1 – New York Blitz
On our way out to Ireland, we had a 6 hour layover in New York City. I had always wanted to see NYC, and since we had a few hours to kill, we decided to take a break from the airport and do some sight seeing.
We realistically only had about 3 hours to hang out, so we decided on a visit to the Empire State Building, and because it would just be wrong not to, get some pizza.
Notes from NYC
- It’s totally possible to see the Empire State Building in under an hour, especially if you have no disregard for anyone’s feelings, personal space, or their/your own personal safety.
- I would totally start the zombie apocalypse in NYC.
- The Empire State Building view was cool, for sure.
- The pizza was all it’s cracked up to be.
- I didn’t see Pizza Rat, any superheroes, or any Ninja Turtles. This whole city is a lie.
Over all, I’m glad we got to see a tiny part of the city. And now I can definitively say that I couldn’t care less if I make it back there.
Day 2 – Hello, Ireland
- Best fish and chips EVER.
- No one’s kidding when they talk about how pretty Ireland is.
- All the cool houses seemed to be named. Henceforth, my apartment shall be named Lemur’s Roost. Do lemurs have roosts? Well they do now.
- By the way, we stayed in a motherfuckin’ castle, yo. How cool is that shit??
Day 3: Our Day of the Doctor
Thankfully, I’ve managed to drag my husband as deep into the rabbit hole of my Doctor Who obsession as I am. We made sure to spend a day of our vacation in Wales, chasing Doctor Who.
I’m so lucky to have a husband who so throughly encourages what is probably a really unhealthy obsession. (Side note – hey, at least it’s not an obsession with hookers and blow?)
More to follow….