Life Begins At 3 AM.

Tonight, I went to a pub and danced to Radiohead in a room packed full of energetic, rowdy, and happy people.

Then, I went to another pub and danced on a floor covered in the shattered remnants of bottles and pints. The DJ played Paul Simon and everyone got excited. Maybe too excited.

I walked home through streets filled with people pissing. And people attempting to walk in straight lines. And people attempting to piss in straight lines.

It's a regular Saturday night. I can only begin to imagine what St. Patty's Day is like.

Dublin is fucking crazy. And I love it.

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More on this (and other things) to come.

It's been a long week. Please forgive the lapse in writing.