The only thing worse than the first day back from vacation is listening to someone who has just come back from vacation complain about how much it sucks trying to get back into the swing of things after being on vacation.
My favorite road sign from Ireland read: "No Verge." I don't think that I verged. Maybe I did. I really don't know.
There were a lot of drunks in Ireland. It was apparently perfectly acceptable to drink in the morning there based on what I saw in the pubs. Pubs, I was told, were more like community centers than places to drink. You could order meals, coffee, and the like. Yeah, well, how about feeding me some more bullshit with my toast? Any small, dark, low-ceilinged room lined with liquor bottles and featuring beers, stouts, ales, and more beers on tap would appear to be bars in my opinion. I'm not criticizing pubs, mind you, merely suggesting that I wasn't comfortable hanging out in them, preferring the driving rain and howling winds that pass for summers in Ireland.
I best get myself to a meeting tonight.
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