The highs and lows of this roller coaster we call life. Or whatever.

Well, I'm back. Goddammit to mofo-ing hell, those two weeks sure did fly. I was down in Sunny Kildare for most of it, but ventured up now and again for the music. Pixies were completely amazing, but I knew that they would be. Scissor Sisters were pretty good, they didn't rock my socks off like before, but that's ok. Sleater-Kinney were SO GOOD, I was just blown away. For sure, the most fun you could have on a Tuesday night.

Other events included...

My cousin's daughter's 21st birthday. Since when am I so old?! And where are all these babies coming from?! Have you people no self control??!!

Maeve and Stephen's wedding last Friday, it all went off without a hitch, in that they actually did get hitched, and nobody bitched. Mr and Mrs Miley are currently honeymooning in Thailand, hopefully chillaxing after many months of wedding prep craziness. Huzzah!

Amanda (Mandolin!) finally got the hell out of here, Dublin being a bit of a nightmare for her. It couldn't have been the weather or the cost of living, so I'm going to take it very personally and assume it was US! Grrr!

Only messing, I think it was my dancing that made her run away in the end. And who could blame her?

The Three Miss-kateers (Emma, Nellie and Lin) head off around the world next Tuesday, so this week will be all about the sad farewells. They will be back in a year's time, which is far too long for me to wait, I will miss them tons. All I can say is, you kids better write! 'Cos if you don't...well...I'll come after you!

If any more people go away or make big life changes or just freak me out in general, I...well I...just don't know what I'll do. Complain, I suppose.