Where are we going?
We'd had breakfast in Hobarts, come back to the house, picked up bags (I'd been told what to pack, and apart from ruling out white-water rafting or the like, it didn't tell me anything), and back into the car. We were headed North, which could include a lot of places, and the airport as well. My working theory was that we were going to catch an Aer Arann flight to Cork. Around Drumcondra,
OMG Suite
The Library Suite turned out to be awesome and fantastic beyond reason. It had dark red walls (cloth covers, none of this tacky paper stuff), old wooden floors, antique pictures, carvings, and furniture, windows looking out onto the Royal Mile, old books all over the place, a pre-laid breakfast table, lighting that could be turned up or down and lots of table and reading lamps, and a bathroom with a waist-high bath, heated tiled floor (so good you could nearly sleep on it), and more old books. The walls in there, and some of the doors elsewhere in the suite, were done in faux-bookshelf style. There was a bottle of champagne on ice awaiting our arrival, and much in the way of chocolates and so on. There was an entertainment centre that rose magically out of an ottoman at the touch of a remote, and a clock-radio-cd-player tuned to a classical station. I would quite happily move in there permanently. And they gave us more champagne the second day.
Conspirators
I figured
Pub!
After a few drinks there, we decamped to the Frankenstein Inn (a steampunky sort of place in a disused church building on George IV Bridge), where we had dinner, more beer, and cocktails. I had an excellent, excellent steak, and the rubgy game that was showing (France v. Argentina) was good enough that I enjoyed watching it in bits between conversations. I was still rather stunned.
Shops!
Some of Saturday was spent in shops - Transreal (the best scifi shop in the world), Deadhead Comics, Black Lion Games, and a second-hand bookshop somewhere out near the University, wherein I found an original printing of Hardy's Human Shows, Far Phantasies, Songs and Trifles, with some of the pages still uncut, for the princely sum of three pounds and fifty pence. And
Whisky!
Dinner at the Witchery
Duly dressed in our glad rags, we arrived at the Witchery Restaurant for dinner. It was incredibly good.
And all weekend, I had this slightly stunned, terribly happy feeling. Enormous thanks to
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... Thank you, thank you, I'll be here all week.
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And that sounds like a fabulous birthday.
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