zodiacsgraveyard  asked:

Hey DD, in a turn of absolutely terrible luck, I misplaced my passport in Dublin and will be spending a day to a week searching for it/waiting for a replacement. Would you happen to know any great places that you'd recommend I visit while I'm trying to stave off my inevitable panic and horror at my own bad luck? xx

Oh jeez. What a turn of events! Commiseration offered.

Here are some things you might do.

In the city:

Take a morning or afternoon to run around the National Museum branch at Collins Barracks. Plenty of interesting stuff over there. Also: don’t forget the old “main branch” of the Museum in center city on Kildare Street. That’s where the Celtic gold items are. Lean against the cases and droooool like the rest of us.

Go to Trinity College Library and see the Book of Kells. (Also mock George Lucas for stealing its design for the Jedi Library without crediting the original. Naughty George.)

Go visit St. Stephen’s Green and say hi to the ducks. Lunchtime is good for this. Grab a bag lunch from one of the sandwich places down toward the park end of Grafton Street.

Check out Christ Church Cathedral, which is extremely handsome. Visit the tomb of Dean Swift, writer’s writer and satirist of satirists, finally all comfy someplace where (as the tombstone says) “savage indignation can no longer lacerate his heart.” Be there for the choir if you can.

Do a river or harbor or canal tour! Or maybe you’re feeling goofy enough to take one of the Viking Splash Tours. They have vehicles that go in and out of the water, and they take you around the main sights in town, and you get to wear a horned helmet and wave a plastic sword or axe and yell ARRR at people. This strikes me as highly therapeutic. :)

Outside the city:

Get out of town on the DART – take it down to Bray and walk the seafront. Or go up north to Howth or Skerries and soak up the small-fishing-village vibe.

Or: Grab the Luas down to Dundrum and wander around the big shopping centre there – some nice stuff there for windowshopping and some good places to sit for lunch. (If using the Luas, make sure to buy a Leap Card from one of the machines – you’ll save significantly on fares.)

Or: If you feel like going so far north and have the cash for the train, catch the Enterprise up to Belfast (they’ve just refurbished the rolling stock, finally) and check the place out. If you go up there, right across from Great Victoria St. Station is that queen among pubs and National Trust site, the Crown Liquor Saloon. Go see the tile and the mirrors and the mosaics and the rest of the art. They pull a fair pint, too, though some will feel it’s overpriced. – There’s also the new Titanic Quarter, which is worth looking into.

Now having said all that: I am genuinely slow on the uptake today, because the very first thing I should have thought to say to you is: If you’re stuck in Dublin for the next week, you are about to be stuck in the middle of the St Patrick’s Festival. This is, well, a mixed blessing. There will be a million cool things going on. There will also be a LOT of people in town. A LOT. If you have trouble with crowds, you may want to be aware that last year there were something like half a million visitors in for the Parade. Everything gets insanely crowded, and in some places prices will get jacked up, sometimes ridiculously. Keep your eyes open.

Finally: Food in town, and pubs: Gotham Cafe is great (say hi to David and/or Jackie for us): best NY thin crust pizza in the city, and much more. Food’s good up at Porterhouse Central at the top of Grafton Street. Half the time when Peter and I are up in town, we’ll wind up in one of those two places. Also enjoyable: (I’m not going to link to these – Google them, you’ll find them): Monty’s of Kathmandu (in Temple Bar): Yamamori and Yamamori Noodles: The Counter (fabulous modular/build-it-yourself burgers): Pichet (French, super): Chez Max at Dublin Castle (Palace Street: best steak frites in town): The Port House (tapas and sherries etc): Brasserie Sixty6 (bistro stuff): The Exchequer (gastropub and cocktail joint par excellence): Thai Spice (down Talbot Street behind Busaras). Favored pubs: The Oval Bar (off O’Connell Street north of the river): The Brazen Head (oldest in the city – a pub has operated on that site since the 1100s or thereabouts): The Long Hall (”the wizards drink there”): Neary’s, off Grafton Street (note bronze arms sticking out of the wall like something from La Belle et la Bete): Davy Byrnes (aka “The Moral Pub” in James Joyce)(good oysters there, too): McDaid’s (aka “The Morgue”: apparently it was, once) near the Westbury Hotel: Bruxelles, ditto: The Bailey in Duke Street: and a bit new, Mary’s Bar (& Hardware) across from Brown Thomas in Wicklow Street.

…Anyway: enjoy!

Wild West Closed AU

There once was a Man. A poor, good for nothing man. He had nothing but the clothes on his back. Begging for food and money just to get along in life. Then one day he found a cave. Trying to get out of the sandstorm that was happening and finding shelter he ventured deep into the cave. He hoped to find dead corpses or carcasses to loot from when he found it. Riches and treasures for more than just one man.

With that, the poor good for nothing man took those riches. He spent them on more riches, gambling, buying and selling prostitutes, buying a house and marrying himself a beautiful dame, and everything else that a rich man can do. But million dollars are millions of dollars. Money runs out, and that’s exactly what happened.

The Man panicked thinking he will lose everything. Without money, he can’t pay the bills, and without paying the bills means no house, and no house means living in the streets, and living in the streets means getting mugged by some other stranger, and getting mugged by some other stranger means stealing as well, and so on. So the Man searched for the cave again.

His wife followed him to the cave and there it was again. Riches to buy them everything. They took as much as they can carry. They continued spending their riches, gambling, buying and selling prostitutes, and spending, even more, money. Everyone wanted to know how he got the money and riches, but he never told anyone. Only he and his wife know where the cave is and where the riches lie. Every time they lost their money they always gained it back by going back to that cave

But little did they know, they unleashed an evil spirit. Something that wants what was once theirs back. The spirit looked far and wide for its money and killed anyone who had it. It terrorized little and big towns. City and Country folk. No one knows how or why this happened, but what they did know was that the town they once called home was no longer theirs. People who had a tad bit of sense left the little town to rot with the few others who decided to stay in it. And to this day, murders are still happening, and the spirit is still looking for the rest of his riches.

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