Trinity College, Dublin, Ireland

The sun is shining and i am sitting on the playing fields around Trinity College.Unfortunately i am solo because Krista is sleeping off a killer hangover. Bless.

Krista arrived yesterday around noon and prior to her arrival i made the most of my hotel room and just lounged around, ate the orange chocolate cookies it provided and watched bad TV.

In attempt to soak up some of Dublin's culture, a group of us went to the Hugh Lane Gallery. I was unimpressed by the modern art on show but found the Francis Bacon Studio pretty interesting. My favorite part was a video showing an interview with Francis Bacon and Melvyn Bragg from the 70's. FB just doesn't want to play ball and makes the interview quite painful for Melvyn Bragg with yes and no answers.

We had a great lunch there too, the food at the cafe was delicious with me opting for the Smoked Salmon quiche that came with a great bean salad.

The food did not rival our evening meal though where a couple of us pushed the boat out.  Mark, Tara, Krista and I went to The Mermaid Cafe in Temple Bar. It's apparently one of Dublin's best and i have to say the food would be hard pressed to beat. The menu and surroundings reminded me a lot of Grocery in Brooklyn and possibly Chestnut. The menu is French meets East Coast American and it has a very specialised menu that changes seasonally.

We started with a plate of Antipasti for the table that the chef put together for the evening, there was duck and walnuts, smoked salmon and slaw, crab cakes, roasted tomatoes and the most delicious buffalo mozarella soaked in creme freche and herbs.

My main was amazing, Pork belly on red cabbage topped with a baked apple. The pork was perfect and the cabbage, although very rich was really tasty. I don't know what the reduction was because i couldn't place it but it was delicious.

Another National gig followed. This time i was on the floor right at the front of the stage. I haven't been to the front of the stage since i was about 17 but there wasn't a mosh pit in sight so i made the most of the polite audience.  There were some bad dancers though who kept putting me off my head nodding. A girl in front of me in the boob tube dress who looked like she was from the movie Footloose, danced like one of the chicks from the Addicted to Love video no matter what the tempo of the song played and without any rhythm. Not as bad as the girl next to my new friend Zena who busted out some Axel Rose moves as she sang along to every single song the band played.

On to Whelans again which is where Krista got the hangover. I just don't like the place, it's too busy and a complete cattle market. You dare make eye contact with any fella there as the next thing you know they've got they're arms around you and beer breath in your face.  Very boisterous and loud...i'm getting old.

So bright and early, i left Katie's and Juan's  (Friends of Krista that we are staying with) place in Ranalagh and jumped on the tram to Trinity College. I was interested in seeing Old Library, especially the Long Room which was amazing. What an amazing place, i love the smell of old books and found it to be very relaxing regardless of the hordes of tourists. I also went to see the Book of Kells. Written in 800 by monks it contains 4 gospels of the old testament in latin...blah, blah, blah, blah.

So i've done a spot of shopping, specifically for a special whiskey that can only be bought in one store in Dublin. So what to do next before i catch up with the gang for tonights festivities...hmmm...

Dublin, Ireland

It's 3am and i'm writing this post several glasses of wine so watch out.

I arrived around 5pm, a couple of hours later than scheduled but that's Ryan Air for you. A shame too because for the first time in years i was way early for a flight. I have so many trips planned that i couldn't remember the time of my flight and seeing as i was up i just made my way to the airport and got there 3 hours before check in.  Someone else got there slightly early and made the most of it in the bar.

I was in Boots around 11ish when a woman came crashing through the aisle and landed on a lump on the floor. She was murmering and seemed pretty listless so thinking she may be diabetic i made my way over to see if she was ok, i smelt the booze 20 paces away.  Several of us helped her to a chair where she happily declared that she was 'drunk and proud'. She was also on my flight to Dublin but i have a feeling that they didn't let her on.

There is nothing at Gatwick, so after a couple of failed attempts at trying on some swim suits i plonked myself down with my book. At some point i got hungry, unfortunately there was only MacDonalds, pizza and fish and chips on offer so i picked something up at Boots.  I went the healthy route and plumped for the 74 calorie crayfish and rocket salad. It looked ok but i was really caught up with the 'an ocean shimmy across your tastebuds'...yummy, an ocean shimmy sounded lovely.  I was severly disappointed, it tasted like dust. Something so healthy you couldn't taste it.

Once in Dublin i jumped on the 748 to Woods Quay which is a hop, skip and a jump from the hotel i am in  The Paramount. A very nice hotel in the Temple Bar area of Dublin. I lucked out with a very big room for very little moneys. A big bed with plush linens and leather head board, large bathroom and flat screen tv. Looks onto the very bus Temple Bar area but is still quiet.

One of the reasons i am here in Dublin is to see a friends band, The National play at the nearby Olympia Theatre (the main reasons are my friend Marc whose pals with the band and my friend Krista who arrives in the morning)  The hotel is just around the corner and it seems most of the band is staying here too which is convenient.  The gig was great and the venue was too. Intimate but large at the same time with a 1600 capacity crowd. We had boxes overlooking the stage and as much as i have seen them like 10 times, it was the first time seeing them outside of NY.

After the gig we headed to Whelans which is another live venue & bar 10 minutes away. We ended the night on a chip butty hybrid. It should of been expected coming from the kebab shop yet i was still shocked to see it made up of fries in a pita bread with yoghurt sauce. Highly controversial .

Miles travelled: 396

Listening to: Birdhouse in you soul - They Might Be Giants. Blast from the past!

Heathrow Airport, London

I screwed up my rental car booking so i have two hours to kill which is the only reason i am writing anything on this blog. I've checked my email, read the BBC website, The Onion and floated about Facebook for 5 minutes. Now i am bored. In my booking i said i was arriving at midday and i arrived here at 8am. They are out of cars until 10am. Oh the joy.

The flight was uneventful. I didn't sleep as usual. I sat next to a couple from Arizona celebrating 50 years together by going to London and Tuscany. I spent most of the time wondering how anybody could spend 50 years with someone else. Quite the feat and one that i would be hard pressed to beat seeing as i can't imagining wanting to spend more than a week with anyone else at the moment.

The inflight entertainment was dire. I watched CSI reruns and then had to plump for The Bucket List with Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman. It wasn't as bad as i was expecting but it wasn't good either. It was no About Schmidt that's for sure. Spoiler Alert! Morgan Freeman dies which was quite touching. The rest of the time i played my ipod and read.

Well, I'm on my second can of Red Bull or Liquid Meth as my friend Lenny calls it and have about 20 minutes to kill. I bought The Guardian this morning and it has a 'Learn the Guitar' pull out. A 68 page guide from the likes of Slash, Johnny Marr and err...Francis Rossi of Status Quo fame. If only i had a guitar on me....


Miles Travelled: 3483

Listening to: Portishead - Third

Watching: CSI reruns as previously mentioned and The Bucket List.

Reading: The Guardian Weekend Edition

Little Rock, AR

I'm back in Little Rock, Arkansas.  My trip here was pretty seamless, flying Delta via Atlanta. I did sit in front and behind the biggest yahoo's on the planet and it seemed like it was a conspiracy with the number of crying babies around me but nothing a good playlist on the ipod couldn't block out.

The plane landed on time despite changing in Atlana which is practically unheard of these days. It was the first time i had flown into Little Rock in the daylight and the view was beautiful. Very pastoral, the fields were a lovely deep green and spanned for miles and miles like a lush patchwork quilt. I couldn't help but think i'd be quite happy jumping out of that plane (with shute obviously) and spending a couple of weeks just wandering through fields, sleeping in barns and washing in the streams...then reality hit and i remembered all the cow shit in dem fields and barns.

I'm staying at The Holiday Inn Presidential downtown..not that there is an uptown Little Rock or anything.  It's funny this Presidental hotel.  The restaurant is called Camp David and you can get a Bush Burger (mushrooms and bbq sauce) or the Clinton Club. I wonder what they will add next, could it be the Obama Omlette? the Hilary Hash Browns or worryingly the Mcain Melt. My colleague really wanted it but wouldn't order the Bush Burger out of principal. I had the Grilled tuna salad but secretly wanted the ribs.

Currently Listening to: Beth Orton - Trailer Park, Taken By Trees - Open Field

Currently Reading: The Last of Her Kind - Sigrid Nunez