Not Blogging

For those of you who turn in here to have a hint of what's going on with me, you've been a bit disappointed of late. Have no fear. I'm just on vacation. No complaints, no blogging!

Gravity

The bar atop the Guinness Storehouse (Brewery) is one of the highest views in Dublin. It's 360 degrees of glass where you can get your complimentary pint and enjoy the view. On Saturday, when I was there, the day was gray and drizzly. Typical Seattle weather, but transplanted here to Dublin. So the view wasn't as compelling as it might have been. But the pint was quite nice.

Sadly, I didn't survey all of my options for the free pint before I secured mine. Another choice (on a lower level) was to get practice pouring your own! I would have delighted in the chance to start a pint, let it settle, then finish it off while trying my hand with some artwork on the top. Alas, the black ring (not golden) had been pulled from my grasp in Gravity, so I could only look on as other amateurs tried their hand.

OMGWTFBBQ

Here now in Burlington, MA, outside Boston for a week training some of our customers. After a bit of initial anxiety, the training is going well.

This morning, however, didn't start all that well. I heard a loud screaming type noise, which I thought was just the snooze function of the alarm clock just being that more insistent the second time around. No. Fire alarm. So I got up right on time, but I couldn't go from bed to the shower like I ordinarily would. Oh, but wait, I did get a shower. It was raining outside this morning as we waited for the fire department to come and clear the alarm.

This evening, I headed off for a barbecue restaurant that Krisanne had recommended. I looked up the directions online, didn't seem too tough. But I still have this association of "towards water equals West". So I made the wrong turn from 95 onto MA-2. I figured that out pretty quickly, and got going the right way again. Headed east down MA-2 towards Arlington and Somerville. Got onto Mass. Ave. and looked for my turn to Davis Square. That's when it all went wrong. At some point, I made it into Cambridge (too far), past Havahd Yahd, and eventually crossed the Charles (waaayyy too far). By the time I got turned back around and stopped at a service station for directions, I had been driving for nearly an hour and a half. As I finally neared the joint, parking places were nowhere to be found. I approached the counter and I was so discombobulated that when the hostess asked "how many?" I replied with my name. Er, no.

But when I finally did eat, wow, the place was good. I sat at the counter (always a good option), which promised faster seating. I got to watch the kitchen staff sling red beans, slaw, and 'cue. I ordered some St. Louis ribs and some cornbread, and was treated by the 'cue man to a sample of the link special. Tasty! Finishing it off? Nothing else but pecan pie would do. Well, sweet potato pie might have worked, but I'm a pecan man, myself.

After that much good food, I wouldn't have cared if I got lost on the way home.