A trip, in Facebook status updates

I managed to come to Ireland without any socks. However, I am pretty sure they have socks in Ireland. Possibly they even invented socks.

Unable to determine from the demeanor of the ubiquitous Scots in kilts whether their team won last night or not. Saw a woman fall into the ornamental pool at the Chester Beatty Museum and get fully drenched yesterday. Bought socks.

Yesterday report: National Gallery, Trinity College, plum tart and tea at Queen of Tarts. Today plan: archaeology museum, dinner with Joanne Murphy and family!

Managed not to steal gold torques from archaeology museum yesterday. Now staying at a corporate hotel in the middle of nowhere. Happily the bus to Dublin center stops right outside. Please send interview-vibes for Michael.

So, the 10-hour interview with 9 individual meetings and an hour-long seminar went well, but IBM expected Michael to pay for his own lunch. Doesn't that seem a bit off? Also, takeaway from Avoca is GOOD.

Not a cloud in the sky, and still broad daylight at 8:30pm in Dublin. Home tomorrow!

It's okay to have insane hair on a transatlantic plane flight, right?

Ah, jet lag. Waiting for it to be light enough to water the garden.

Oh god it's hot in Georgia.