Coming down

I hate holidays, or breaks or trips or whatever.

They always end.

This one ended by taunting me for its final hours. Little did I know that there was a band playing in Dublin on Sunday night, and if there was one band I still want to see live before I no longer live - it would be this one. Last time I had the opportunity to see them, I was getting married the next day - not really practical

I resigned to the fact that I wouldn't be able to go, and the following morning of course - stupid me - I thought it would be over. But noooo, I walked through Dublin and five different stores were playing four different albums, Black, Garage Inc, Master of Puppets (twice), and And Justice for All. Also, every second bogan I saw had a Metallica t-shirt on, including some guy who was staying in our hostel who sat across from us at the free Irish breakfast- which is just an English breakfast in Ireland.

So yea, not the high point of the trip. But Ireland is awesome. Reminds me of home quite a lot. I have even acquired the taste for Guiness that I suspected I might. The funny thing was, I had a better pint in a pub in Kilkenny than the free pint I got at the top of the Guiness brewery.

But sitting here at work, wishing I was anywhere else is a pretty rude awakening after a wicked trip - a little like coming down - so I'm told.