Hey all, sorry for the absence, but as most of you will know I was down visiting my good ol' friend Bridget down in Limerick for the weekend. I headed down on Fri afternoon - bus journey took ages due to all the traffic, if I had known I would have left earlier. Got down there for about 7pm, rang Bridget and she came and collected me from the bus station - which was really dodgy. While I was waiting there were these two absolute knackers arguing over why one of them was late or something along those lines. It was just difficult to tell exactly what they were saying since the accent was so bad. The fat bloke was giving out to his girlfriend/wife/pregnant daughter/hoe (delete as appropriate) for being late, then another equally pleasant friend arrived saying she was late cause she "got caught behind a fuckin' funeral". Charming. I was glad when Bridget arrived. Headed back to her appartment down by the quays, which was really nice, despite the fact that the 'house' next door was occupied by about 8 pregnant oriental girls with not a man in sight - Im thinkin black-market baby parts. We had a quiet night in Fri night and just caught up on all the gossip since I hadnt seen her for bout 2 years. Next day wandered around Limerick city-center (which took all of 5 mins) while Bridget was in work. We met up for lunch and then headed out that night with her twin sisters. Got absolutely shit-faced before hand on, you guessed it, a couple bottles of wine, so I was well in the mood by the time we went out. Ended up in one of the shittiest pubs I have ever been in in my life. I mean the place was an absolute dive. There was a pub downstairs and a bar and a little dirty wooden dance floor upstairs. But the music was good and after a vidka or two I was jiving away to my hearts content. I was just really havin a great time in her company, it must be said. I thought it was going to be really awkward but just seemed like always, which was cool. Next morning after a not-so-great sleep on the little couch in the apartment I was dragged to 11 o'clock mass - I mean when I went into the church I was sure I was going to burst into flames. Not that I don't believe and all that (don't get me started...that's for a whole discussion in itself), just that it had been so long since I had set foot in one. After mass went back to the parents house for dinner, chilled out a bit then said my good-byes and got the 3:30pm bus back to Dublin. Was pretty tired after it all, but really glad I went down - I just won't leave it so long next time. I'm hoping Bridget will return the favour so to speak and come up to Dublin for a right-old session.