Bonjour!

(As of now I've spent an entire day in Prague, but since I typed it earlier in the day I've decided to leave it as is. More on Prague later!)




As I type this I am siting in a Paris airport awaiting my departure to Prague. Paris has been a whirlwind of sight seeing! My feet are about ready to go on strike but it's been absolutely amazing to discover Paris on foot. The first day we saw the Eiffel Tower, which is just as impressive as you'd imagine and then some. We also saw the Arc de Triomphe and the Sacre Cure where we got an amazing view of Paris. We also got sandwiches on REAL French baguette. How Parisian of us. Wi wi!




Yesterday we spent the morning getting lost in the Lourve. I'm not kidding. That place is so enormous we actually got a little lost. It was so awesome to see the huge glass pyramid and the Mona Lisa with my own eyes. Check yes for another mind blowing experience. (Mona says hey, by the way). After the Louvre we strolled about, poked around the artsy vendor stalls that line the streets (I bought a painting of the Eiffel Tower) and saw Notre Dame. After a little much needed afternoon recovery we stormed the Bastille memorial (Shout out to sophomore year Civ! Looks like I remembered something after all) and went out to dinner with Nigel's friend who's studying studying in Paris. Even though it was cold and rainy and really actually quite gross, we were determined to spend our last night in Paris enjoying some French crepes by the Eiffel Tower. The Eiffel Tower lit up at night is breath taking. At the top of every hour the entire tower sparkles. Watching that enormous monument light up against a velvet sky was like watching firework on the the 4th of July. It was incredible. We stood there wide eyed and opened mouth, and suddenly the cold and rain was made so worth it. We very proudly took the STAIRS up to the second floor and the view of Paris was unbelievable. Another experience I'll have with me for the rest of my life.




I've got some great pictures of Pairs, but I decided to leave my laptop at home so you'll just have to wait until I'm home. Looks like you'll have a lot of picture viewing to do! You might want to pencil it in, because it's going to be a large chunk of your time.




In just a few short moments I'll be heading to Prague!! I'm so excited to see what's going on in Czechoslovakia. I've got a pocketful of Czechs just begging to be spent. It's not like I'll use them anywhere else, might as well put them to good use right?





Au revoir!

Europe is Waiting

In a very short time I’ll be jetting off on what is sure to be the trip of a lifetime. I’ve been talking all semester about my “big Euro-trip” and now that it’s finally here I can’t believe it’s actually happening. I’m posting a general itinerary of where I’ll be and when so that you can follow me along my trip, and so that if I end up getting lost or dying somewhere along the line you’ll at least know where I’m supposed to be (don’t worry Mom and Dad that won’t happen!) Okay so here it is:

Paris: April 8^th-10^th

                I’ll be meeting Nigel and Lindsay who will have gotten there the day before me. I’m hoping to see the Louvre (I’ll say hi to Mona for everyone) Note Dame, and the Eiffel Tower. I’ve heard the Eiffel Tower at night is an incredible experience and I can’t wait to see it! I know there’s so much more Paris has to offer me, and I can’t wait to find out what it is.

Prague: April 10^th – 13^th

                Lindsay, Nigel, and I will be meeting up with our friend Amanda in Prague where we’ve rented an apartment for the weekend. To be honest, the only thing I know about Prague is that there’s some famous castle. Other than that, it’ll all be news to me.

Rome: April 13^th-15^th

                There are so many things I want to see in Rome I could probably write a novel on it. St. Peter’s Basilica, the Sistine Chapel, Trevi Fountain, the Colleseum, the Pantheon, the Spanish Steps. And that’s only a fraction of the amazing things Rome boasts. We only have two very short days in Rome (our flight gets in late on the 13th) so I hope we have enough time to pack in as much as possible!

Florence: April 15^th-17^th

                In Florence we’ll be staying with some of my PC gals. They’ve already been telling me about the places where we’re going to eat and I could not be more excited for some authentic Italian food. I’m assuming most of my pictures from Italy are going to be of the food I eat. And maybe like the David or something. But let’s be honest, do you think I’m going to Italy for the amazing historical buildings and artifacts? I’m going for the pizza.

Milan: April 17^th-18^th

                We have an extremely short time in Milan. This wasn’t even on our list of travel destinations but we ended up finding really cheap flights out of Milan airport so hello Milan! I have no idea what’s there, but there’s got to be something cool, right? I mean, it is in Italy. We’re still having trouble finding accommodation in Milan so it’ll be interesting to see how this part of our trip turns out. Train station benches are comfy, right? (Just kidding Mom and Dad! I hope!)

Budapest: April 18^th-21^st

                I am extremely excited for Budapest! It’s somewhere that I never ever even dreamed I’d be seeing. I’m really excited about taking a spa day in one of the traditional bath houses that Budapest is known for. I think by the end of this trip, I’ll need a spa day. Or seven.

The way we split up the planning for this trip (and there was A LOT of it) was to take a city or two each and research everything. So even in the places where I have no idea what goes on, at least one of us will. Hopefully. But if I have no idea what to expect, then I’ll be surprised by everything I see! I’m going to attempt to blog and post pictures in whatever down time I have (a.k.a. in airports and on trains). I have a feeling though that most of my major documentation will happen after getting back home to Dublin (Yes, home to Dublin. It hasn’t taken long at all for this place to become a wonderful second home to me). 

You’ll have to forgive me as I don’t quite feel as though I’ve done this blog post justice. I’ve been trying to squeeze it in between planning and entertaining my friend Emily whose here to visit which has been so fun! (Side note: Did you know that all the pubs in Ireland completely close down on Good Friday because it’s a holy day?  Me neither. It was a rude awakening getting kicked out of a pub at midnight on Thursday. If you ask me, I don’t think Jesus would have minded letting us have some Guinness in his honor.) I think I could have talked a lot more about how completely out of my mind excited I am to be going on this trip. How I can literally hear my bank account screaming at me from across the Atlantic. And how incredibly thankful I am to be able to have this experience that will without a doubt stay a part of me for the rest of my life. But before this trip lives on in my memory, I actually get to live it.

Bon Voyage, friends!

Everything is Better in Belgium

This past weekend was yet another amazing traveling experience to Belgium and The Netherlands. I’m still so thankful that I get to have the opportunity to travel all over Europe to see all these incredible things, and I plan on taking full advantage of it!

First stop, Brussels! We got into Brussels early Friday morning and spent most of the day wandering around and exploring. We saw Grand Place which is considered to be the most beautiful square in Europe, and I’m not arguing. I’ve never seen such intricate and ornate buildings in my life. We also saw Mannenkin  Pis, the famous statue of the little boy peeing into a fountain. The hype around this tiny three foot statue astounds me. The Belgians LOVE this little guy. He was everywhere we went. I just don’t get it. We were told that the locals like to dress him up and sure enough, when we saw him he was decked out in Dracula gear. We spent the rest of the day wandering semi-aimlessly. The cool thing about Brussels is that there’s all this incredible artwork that’s embedded right into the city. Instead of going to museums to see art you end up bumping into statues, piazzas, and murals everywhere you go.  And the best part: the entire city smells like waffles. I know. One of the first things we did was to get some waffles and oh my lord, it was mind blowing. The waffles are indescribably delicious. They’re so packed with sugar it’s enough to make your teeth rot in one sitting but it is so worth the cavity. I got mine with strawberries and whipped cream. I may never be able to have another waffle ever again. I also may never be able to eat American chocolate ever again. Brussels has chocolate shops about every four feet, each one just as mesmerizing as the last. I don’t know what it is, but the Belgians have it figured out when it comes to chocolate. I got a hot chocolate that was made by pouring hot milk over and actual chuck of chocolate that melted into a small cup of heaven. In the afternoon we recharged in our apartment that we rented out for the night and later that evening headed out for a night of bar hopping. A friend from PC who studied in Belgium last year told me all about the Brussels night life, so we headed to a bar called Delirium that’s famous for having hundreds of different kinds of beer. Along with the chocolate and waffles, Belgians are crazy about they’re beer. There are enough different kinds to last one person a lifetime. After I “liberated” a glass from Delirium (it was dying to be set free) we went across the street to Floris Bar where we got an enormous mojito for the four of us. I had to carry it with two hands. This is where the bar hopping ended, and along with most of my memories from that night. Luckily I’ve got some great pictures of Grand Place at night to remind me of how beautiful it was!

The next day we took a train to Bruge which is a small little town near Brussels. Picturesque doesn’t even really begin to cover it. Bruge looks like it dropped right out of a story book. The small windy streets are lined with adorable brick houses. It was very quiet and un-touristy and it was great to spend a relaxing afternoon wandering the streets and enjoying the atmosphere. We stopped into a church that contains a vile of Christ’s blood, which was pretty awesome to see. We also went into the chocolate museum which was mildly interesting, but completely worth the incredible free sample of chocolate we got at the end. If you’re ever in Belgium, stop in Bruges! It’s a neat little town.

From Bruges we took a train to Amsterdam, and we were all so tired from our journeys that we crashed in the apartment for the night. The next day we got an early start and went to the Anne Frank house. It was incredibly moving. Anne becomes a very tangible, lovable, real girl as you walk through the museum are afforded a heart gripping glance at an incredible struggle through the eyes of a very brave young woman. I can’t say enough about how moved I was. That experience will probably stay with me forever. After Anne Frank we wandered the streets and marveled at some of the hundreds of canals that run through Amsterdam. Holland is known for its flowers, specifically it’s tulips, so we stopped at the floating flower shops on one of the canals. The entire street smelled like flowers. It was so cool! Now, I’m sure you’ve all heard about Amsterdam and its very liberal and free thinking way of life. I’m stopping here to warn you: I have been extremely truthful in all of my blog posts and I will continue to be as such. Forgive my vagueness while I describe what may or may not have happened next in Amsterdam. I’m keeping it this way so that those of you who wish to preserve me as an innocent girl in your mind can do so, and those of you who wish to use your imagination can do just that. I’m sure you know that Amsterdam is known for being very tolerant in its views on marijuana. They sell pot in “coffee shops” where they have actual menus for weed. Insanity! We stopped into one to see what it was all about. The only thing I can say about what happened next, is that we went to the Van Gogh museum and it was out. of. this. world. It really was mind blowing being able to see his original paintings in person. You could SEE the brushstrokes on the paintings, and most of them looked like they were still wet! Seeing original paintings is an experience that is completely unparalleled. It’s unlike any sort of beauty I’ve ever seen in art before. And they’re made all the more incredible when learning about the unique, bizarre, genius that was Van Gogh’s mind. The man was off his rocker. But I’m beginning to believe that the people whose minds don’t seem to be of this world are those who leave permanent marks for us to marvel over, contemplate, and enjoy. Another unforgettable experience. Sadly, after Van Gogh I had to head back home from Amsterdam. I had a test on Monday that couldn’t be rescheduled so unfortunately my time was cut short. My friends stayed an extra day and told me all about the red light district and a famous tulip garden, both of which sounded …. well … intriguing is the only word I can find to describe both prostitutes and tulips. But worth seeing!

All in all, it was another fantastic weekend traveling abroad. On Thursday my friend Emily who’s in Barcelona is coming to see me! And then on Sunday I leave for my big Euro-trip! Paris, Prague, Rome, Florence, Milan, and Budapest. It’s almost tiring just to type it. I’ll definitely blog about this in more detail before I leave, but I think I’ve kept you long enough for one post.

I’ve created a new Flickr account because the old one ran out of space. If you want to see older pictures, you can click the links on any of my older posts. For now,take a look at Brussels, Bruge, and Amsterdam! I’ve tried to add some more descriptive captions for some of the places that I glossed over in this post, so be on the lookout.

Until next time friends, cheers!

ADVENTURE WEEKEND!!!!!!

I think adventure weekend definitely got the best of me. I’m (miraculously) safe back in Dublin with a mean chest cold, more sore muscles than I even knew I had, and a pair of sneakers that are not even close to their original color, but it was all worth it. Adventure weekend was definitely one of the wildest weekends I’ve had here this semester!

Adventure weekend started Friday morning at 6:00 am when we had to get up to catch a 7:45 bus. That was an adventure in and of itself. I walked over to my roommate Lindsay’s bed where she was groggily attempting to force her eyes open and whisper-screamed “ADVENTURE WEEKEND!!!!!!” with a double handed rock on sign. It quickly became everyone’s motivational mantra for the entire weekend. I gave myself many self-congratulatory taps on the back for that on for that one.

We got to the Killary Adventure Center around lunch time. It’s set in the middle of Ireland’s only Fjord (a river valley between two mountains that formed from the melting of a glacier) and just like so many other of Ireland’s natural wonders, was mind-blowingly beautiful.  I still cannot believe I get to see places like that in person. For my afternoon activity I chose to do the zip line and high ropes course. The high ropes course involved two people shimmying up a huge pole and standing at the top of a wobbly platform that was about the right size for a melon. Then you jumped from the platform and grabbed onto a trapeze pole a few feet away (all of this done while harnessed to a safety line of course) and hung there suspended 40 feet in the air. My friend Sue and I were the first to volunteer. We both slipped off the pole … but that’s only because it was wet! We got it all nice and dry for everyone who went after is and was able to do it. Later we had dinner and at night there was team trivia! It involved a bunch of brain buster questions and a few activities – one of which was to make a male team member into “the prettiest girl in the world” and have all the guys do a catwalk for everyone. It was hilarious. Especially since most of the guys definitely liked it way more that they would ever admit too. There were guys in bikini tops and skirts wearing more makeup than any girl in their right mind would, and loving every second of it. I volunteered  to do challenge for my team where I had to hold a broom stick, step over it, bring it up over my head, put it and my arm behind my right leg, wiggle my right foot over the top, bring it up between my legs, and finally step over with my left foot to bring it to the starting position. I did it all in 13 seconds and won the challenge for my team! Who know I was so limber? I didn’t. Ouch.

The next day I chose hill walking for my morning activity. Now, I don’t know about you, but when I hear “hill walking” I think hiking up a path at a semi-leisurely pace, enjoying the scenery, and stopping occasionally for some photo ops. Oh no. Hill walking apparently translates to hiking up a huge mountain through mud and bog and with nothing even close to a path to guide you. It Was. Great. The “hill” was about 550 meters high and we estimated the whole climb to be somewhere around 5 miles. Once we got to the top, the winds were about 35 – 40 mph and we could barely stand up straight. The view from the top was absolutely amazing and completely worth nearly ruining a pair of sneakers (they’re a bit worse for the wear after this weekend). Not only that, but the sense of accomplishment from having climbed a mountain was awesome.  I definitely want to incorporate more hikes into my life.  For the afternoon activity my friends and I chose combat laser tag where we got to dress up in army gear and run around in the woods while shooting each other with machine-gun-shaped laser guns. It was basically every 11-year-old boys dream, and we were all definitely having just as much fun as 11 year old boys. My inner peace advocate felt kind bad for contributing to the appropriation of violence (I’m working on my fun sucking feminist persona, how does it sound?) but the chance to roll around in the mud and wear combat gear was just way too much fun for me to pass up. Later that night was the disco where we all pretended to be middle schoolers again and jumped around to music in the cafeteria. The only difference was alcohol and no chaperones!! Woo go crazyy!!  It was so fun.

The next morning I was hoping to do the Turf Challenge which is a 6 mile obstacle course where you have to climb rope walls, jump through tubes, trudge through bog, run through forest, and swim through the river. Unfortunately I woke up with a cold (probably from wearing wet muddy shoes for an entire day) so I opted for the less challenging giant swing and rock wall climbing. Not quite as adventurous, but still a lot of fun! Rock climbing, as it turns out, is not as easy as it looks, so it was still a challenging alternative. The giant swing consisted of being strapped into two big cloth seats and swinging from a starting point about 50 ft in the air. Scary, adrenaline pumping, and so much fun.

Some of the other activities were kayaking, gorge walking, clay pigeon shooting, archery, tubing, and cliff jumping. Every single one of us had an amazing weekend and left happy, sore, and completely exhausted. I didn’t take very many pictures for fear of my camera ending up like my shoes (did I mention I stepped  knee deep into mud pit while trying to sniper my friends? I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t awesome) but I did pilfer some photos from my friends. Adventure throught the pictures here! And here's a video of me and Sue on the Giant Swing!

I’ve also found some semi-non incriminating photos from St. Patty's Day that you can see here!

This week I’ll be preparing for a test I have next Monday in my Irish Art class. I have to get ahead because this weekend I’ll be in Brussels and Amsterdam and I’m fairly certain I won’t be getting any studying done there. We’re also planning a small stop in Bruges which people have been raving about. I have absolutely no idea what’s there, so I guess I’ll find out where I get there! I’ll keep you posted.

That’s all for now, folks. I’m jealous of all the great weather you’re having back in the states. It’s finally starting to get warmer here. We broke 70 degrees the other day! Heat wave! I’m so excited for everything to start blooming. I’ve been wanting to post pictures of St. Stephen’s Green, a famous park right near my apartment, but have been waiting until it’s in the full swing of spring. That will hopefully be soon!

Until next time, ADVENTURE WEEKEND!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I Can Die a Happy Gal

St. Patrick’s Day in Dublin, Ireland. I don’t know if I’ll ever experience anything quite the same ever again. For those of you who don’t know, St. Patty’s Day is my Christmas. It is absolutely, positively the happiest most glorious day of the year. It is my favorite holiday. And spending it in the heart of what is the St. Patty’s day capital of the world will go down in my personal history of what was quite possibly one of the best days of my life.

Do I sound like I’m being overly dramatic? This is actually how crazy I am about St. Patty’s.

Friends from all over started arriving at our apartment by 9:30am. By 10:30 I had everyone doing Irish car bombs in my tiny sliver of a kitchen, and by noon we were out on the town! The city was in a state of absolute blissful mayhem. The streets were jammed with people in all sorts of Irish get-up, and I can safely say not one of them was sober. Even the children. Just kidding. We went to the parade, but after about a half hour of standing on tips toes and straining our necks to see it, we decided we’d be better off finding a pub to celebrate in than competing with people on ladders and kids on shoulders to see some floats. For the rest of the afternoon we bounced around different pubs and met up with the inordinately large number of PC kids who came to Ireland. At one point we were at a pub that literally could have been Olds with the number of friars that were there (that’s a reference that  the PC community will understand). Mid afternoon we grabbed some food and headed back to my apartment to crash for a few hours before gearing up to head back out for some more St. Patty’s Day insanity (car bombs round 2 anyone?) We only made it until about midnight until most of us were dead on our feet, but it was the happiest exhaustion that I’ve ever experienced. That night we ended up with a total of seventeen people staying in our apartment. That’s right, you heard me correctly, seventeen. You couldn’t walk without stepping on a person. It was the best. The next day we took a nice trip to the quiet coastal town of Howth for some beautiful scenery and a little recovery. It was the perfect way to end an amazing weekend.

I’ll try to post some photos from the weekend, but I fear that most of them will be incriminating. For those of you who would like to see for yourselves, try googling “St. Patty’s Day 2012 Dublin” and just picture me there in your mind’s eye. 

This week I'll be hitting the books before our adventure weekend in Kilary. My entire program will be over taking an outdoor adventure facility where we're rumored to be doing things like rock climbing, rope swinging, and some sort of activity involving a lot of mud. I'll be sure to keep you posted!

I hope that everyone back at home had the happiest of St. Patrick’s Days!

Cheers, friends!

London and More

Mom is safe at home back in the States (at least, I hope she is) and I’m back on the homework grind before the next round of visitors make their way to the Emerald Isle. The rest of this semester is turning out to be just as wild and crazy as I’d hoped it would be!

Mom and I had such an awesome week. London is amazing! We got there Thursday night, and our cousins were nice enough to pick us up from the airport. They were so great to us the whole weekend! Friday morning we took an early train into London (her cousins live just outside in a town called Weybridge) and made our first stop to buy cheap tickets for an evening show on the west side. Then we traveled across town to Buckingham Palace where we made it just in time to see the changing of the guard after sprinting across a park and hopping two fences. It’s a good thing we’re agile. We jostled our way through the crowd and got a prime spot where I was able to get a few videos of it! Take a gander here and here. (Kevin, if you’re reading, the second one was taken with you in mind). 

After having our ears assaulted (Just kidding, it wasn’t that bad. I just prefer instruments that don’t sound like screeching animals. I know. How un-Irish of me. I’m over it) we roamed around London and saw Big Ben, Westminster Abbey, and the London Eye. We also walked down the Thames where we found a cool little market and stopped for some fish and chips for lunch. How very English of us. Later that night we went to see The Ladykillers, which was very funny, and then headed home nearly half unconscious from all the walking and looking and ooh-ing and ahh-ing we did all day. Being a tourist is exhausting!

The next day we headed back into London with our number one destination being the one and only Platform 9 ¾. Oh yes. I stood in line with those 6 year olds and was just as excited as they were when it was my turn to pose at the little half-carriage sticking out of a fake brick wall. It was the best. But what we did next was next was probably my favorite part of the whole trip, and trust me, it’s hard to top anything Harry Potter related. We headed over to Abbey Road where I took the quintessential walking pose while crossing the cross walk. There’s a webcam right outside the Abbey Road recording studio that faces the cross walk that my dad had found online a few months earlier. We called my Dad to tell him to get on the webcam and  it was so cool! He watched us walk across Abbey Road and we talked to him on the phone and waved at the webcam while a very confused and concerned group of tourists carefully nudged away from us. It. Was. Awesome.  He was able to see us in London in real time. That one goes down in Conard family history for us. The rest of the day we spent roaming around. We went to Covent Square which is this cool market place where we got awesome paella cooked in a pan that was literally big enough to fry a whole cow (sorry to my vegetarian friends for the reference) and putzed around some cool arts-and-craftsy type shops. We headed back to Weybridge early enough to do dinner with our cousins before leaving for the airport. Their 9 year old son (the middle of three boys) set up a great disco ball for some mood lighting while we ate dinner. Fantastic. The boys were so intelligent and so polite! I wonder if I could raise my kids to have British accents … 

All in all, it was a fabulous week. Not only did I get the chance to explore more of Europe, but I got to share the experience with my Mom. It was very special. (Awwww don’t you just want to melt and throw up). But really, it was another great experience here and I know it won’t be the last. My friends start arriving for St. Patrick’s Day Festivities as early as Wednesday, and by Saturday this country will be rocking. I’ve already bought my Bailey’s and Whiskey. All I need now is some Guinness, my friends, and a whole lot of green and I’m ready for a St. Patty’s I’ll never remember for the rest of my life!

Cheers to St. Patrick!

 Check out all the photos from this week here! (I actually took the time to add some captions on the photos this time, so keep your eyes peeled for some commentary).

We've Been Having Some Crack

That’s right. Since my mom got here on Friday it’s been  nothing but great crack. (Are you nervous yet, Dad?) That’s actually an Irish expression for a great time. It’s supposed to be spelled “craic” but the shock factor would have been lost if you had been going “great crAYke?” It really has been great though. The first thing we did upon her arrival was to have a full Irish breakfast complete with beans, blood sausage, rashers, and eggs. Yum! I’m going to let your imagination decide what some of those things might be. I showed her all around Dublin, bought her her first REAL Guinness (I think that freaked her out) and then let her crash around 9:00. But what a trooper! She made it all day without dying from jetlag!

On Saturday my friend Angelica and her roommate were visiting from Italy (!) and the four of us explored Dublin, went to the Guinness Storehouse, got dinner in a pub and went to see some live music in Temple Bar. Angelica, being the spoiled Italian that she is, was a bit skeptical of Irish food (“What do you eat over there anyway? Potatos?” If I had a penny …) But I’ll be damned if that Italian girl didn’t eat every last bit of her Irish breakfast AND her dinner of bangars and mash! She’s definitely got a new appreciation for the Irish. Ha!

On Monday I skipped class to go on a bus tour with Mom (corrupting the youth, so she is!) We traveled to the west coast to see the Cliffs of Moher, stopping in a few counties on the way. The cliffs are absolutely incredible! We also saw the Burren, which is a huge expanse of exposed limestone right next to the ocean; a bunch of other little villages and ruins, and lots and lots of green countryside. They don’t call it the Emerald Isle for nothin’. Unfortunately I haven’t had the time to load my pictures yet, but I’ll load a big batch of them after we get back from our trip to LONDON!

That’s right. A girls’ weekend in London! Wild, right? We leave tonight (Thursday) around seven and will get back around midnight on Saturday. I can’t believe how lucky we are that we get to do this. We’ll be staying with her cousins who live a twenty minute train ride outside the city center. Free and convenient. We couldn’t ask for anything more. And if there is one thing that I absolutely positively must do in London if I do not a thing otherwise, it’s go to Platform 9 ¾. DREAM COME TRUE. I mean, this one is right up there with kissing the Blarney Stone and becoming best friends with Lady GaGa (still working on that second one). It’s going to be such a fun weekend! I can’t wait to see what London has in store for us. I’m sure it’ll be great craic!

Cheers, friends!