Raisenetes

You know, vacationing with friends is much better than vacationing alone. It's 2:07AM right now, and for the last hour I've been hurling Raisenetes at the doormen guarding the club next door. Well, Raisenetes and Junior Mints. I can't tell you what joy this brings all of us at the end of a long, hard day. Those doormen are not cut out for the secret service. They keep looking everywhere but our balcony.

This little prank really picked up some speed as the doormen picked up the chocolate rain, examined it and tried to figure out "what the bloody hell" this stuff is. Never seen Raisenetes in Ireland I suppose. They have been diligent at rubbing their heads, looking toward the sky and retelling the story to each other. Nice.

Dublin is a blast. The grass is green, the Guinness is black, and the people are Irish.

Friends, I'm disappointed to tell you that my other idea for a practical joke today did not work. We sat on a park bench in St. Stephen's Green plotting to scare a passerby, thereby forcing them to fall into the pond. Just couldn't get up the nerve to do it, but we sure talked about it a lot, and I think we laughed as much as we would have if we actually had forced some poor soul into the water. For about half an hour, we people watched and determined if each person would laugh, cry, or come out swinging if we got them to fall into the duck pond. There's always tomorrow. Let me know if you think we should go ahead and do it.

On the train ride home tonight we grilled the people who went to the U2 show. They said there was little to no encore. I say, if that happens again, the four of us will start the chorus, "Love, love, LO-OOVE." Surely, they'll come back out to 85,000 singing their favorite warm up.

Now, on to see what the doormen are doing ...