Just got back from a bus tour of the Cliffs of Moher and The Burren, which was pretty cool. The driver was an old guy who repeated himself three times no matter what he was saying. For example, “those cliffs are 210 meters, they are 210 meters, 700 feet straight down.” He was pretty funny, the crowd international, but here’s the U2 related stuff that of course no one else on the bus but me and SP would catch. He had a CD of Irish music. We knew exactly two songs. Dirty Old Town, which you might remember from the “Dream It All Up Again” show in 1989, or maybe you heard it on the ZooTV tour. Either way, did you know there was a second and third and even a fourth verse? Next up on the CD hit parade was Cockles and Mussels, which I swear I’ve heard on a live recording, but now can’t find on u2tours. So we sang along to those two ditties.

Another thing that’s going on here in Galway is that every bus service in town is offering rides to the shows for about 20 Euros round trip (or as they prefer here, “return”). So the band’s photo is up in a whole bunch of windows.

The Irish Lottery gave away a luxury box for 10 people at one of the shows. The cool part was that they needed to know the names of the people attending and those names couldn’t be changed on showday. I don’t know who donated the box, but the poster was cool. Entry was done by texting a central area. Congratulations to whomever won such a lucrative prize.

Those of you I’ve met know just what a wussy, sissy, girly drinker I am. Rum & Coke? fine; Cosmo? better; Lemon Drop? now you’re talking. So I was completely surprised by my newfound love of what they refer to here as the nectar of the gods, that is Guinness. Smooth, delicious, it even looks cool. And you can’t be in a hurry to enjoy it.

Answer Guy reminds you to drink responsibly.

Game we’re playing: spot the Yankee. Abercrombie and Fitch clothing: check. Raising arms to scream “Yahoo!”: check. I’m going to try out a Ukrainian accent tomorrow.

On the train tomorrow to Dublin in time for Coldplay/Interpol. Should be a good warmup. It isn’t getting dark until ten so I don’t know what bands do for their light show.

We’re getting close, people.

Talk to you tomorrow,

AG.