Quick Stop

Eight more days to blast-off for Ireland. I've been doing a lot of research, and picked up a copy of "The Rough Guide to Ireland." How rough is it? Here's a description of a Galway site:

From the Spanish Arch you can take a pleasant walk north along the north riverside path and across the Salmon Weir Bridge to the Cathedral of Our Lady Assumed into Heaven and St. Nicholas. Commissioned about thirty years ago and in hideous contrast to the Collegiate College, its copper dome seeps green stains down ugly limestone walls. Inside, the horrors continue in a senseless jumble of stone, mahogany and Connemara marble. It's so remarkably awful that it demands attention, and viewed from a distance its sheer bulk does achieve a grandeur of sorts. [Italics mine.]

Yeesh. That's not rough -- that's BRUTAL. And we're so going to see it.

I'm going with two friends, and I expect to return home with sides aching for days because I've been laughing for days, a face that smarts from smiling so much, and a liver that'll follow me home a week or so later once it's gotten over the shock.