Dublín; Sleepy time

After last night's improptu climb up arthur's seat after the ceilidh and the resulting lack of sleep, my brother and I walked the long road to the 24 hour scotmid to get a morning fry-up. The sun was up, and dawn was calling, but we both had to be at the airport for 7, for him to fly home and me to get to Dublin.

We met Sean ( who was still drunk) and the others on the airport bus, and the others at the airport. Sean had pre-flight pint and an in-flight drink, with the results that he remained drunk until about midday.

At this point we'd been up straight for 30 hours, and couldn't stay awake even if we'de wanted. We had planned to go back to Meg's relative's flat, but her brother had managed to loose the key; so for the meanwhile we were homeless. We set up camp on the lawn of Trinity Collage and dozed in the sun.

With herculean effort Meg managed to track down a key, and we were in the flat by 5.

Sleep, pasta, wine, bed.