Sonnet X

Alright, no more avoiding actual sonnet production. Finally, here is the latest proper entry. Not last weekend but the weekend before (I'm a little behind but I intend to write like the Dickens in the next couple days...) I went to Dublin. It was very fun, but very whirlwind. I got on the train from work to head to the airport and realized I had forgotten my passport. Doh. I went home, picked it up, headed back for the airport (and this interlude was not as easy as it sounds) and missed my flight. It was on Ryanair. As Niamh says, Ryanair are a bunch of bastards. And British airports don't work like American ones. None of this straightforward, go to the counter, they'll help you out stuff. There are multiple counters, and some move, and it was generally an extremely frustrating experience culminating in the purchase of the Most Expensive Ryanair Flight Ever. But at least I had a wonderful time in Ireland with Joe and his cousins, Helena, Niamh, and Aisling. And I maybe lost about two years of my life over this weekend due to lack of sleep and abundance of drink...

The Late Aisle is Not Free, or An Immodest Proposal

I nearly lost my mind when I realized
I'd left my passport back in Littlemore.
In Dublin hap'ly hitched Helena's ride
Post butting heads with Ryanair 'till sore.

The daytime passed quickly with all we saw.
The library's must smelled like an old friend;
The bog people inspired a gasp in awe
And Guinness pouring down my throat: sweet end.

The nights' activities were livers' test,
As tipsily we walked over our host
To Dakota, through Leggs and more (I guess)1
The fog cleared by Manhattan's eggs and toast

When finally I lay my body down
My dreams fondly recalled this bumpin' town.

1. Leggs was definitely one of the more random stops we made. It is a wine bar that is open late night. It has cheap wine that costs alot of euros, and everyone is walking around the bar with several bottles of this cheap wine.