Is the Summer gonna start or wha?

Top weekend, got the socialising in, got some good eating done, saw some fierce cute seals, soaked up some rays which automatically leads to people watching; all of this and I still had time for the Will and Grace six hour marathon on Living TV.

Friday was all about the staying in, took a break from that and went to Nectar for a romantic (!) bite to eat with Sorcha. Chicken and cashew nut noodle dish served without the cashewnuts...."get back here waiter!".

Saturday didnt reallly kick off till eight, twas Lenas sis' Jeans thirtieth. We were at a great table, which we then vacated to dance in the middle of the restaurant. Me and Lena then decided to get some real dancing done so we went on our merry way, doing our very best Mary Coughlan impressions en route, it turns out that newsagents don't sell hooverbags and they don't take fake tenners served up by Nostromo, drat. Then on down to Break for the Border to impress the lads with our deep counthry accents. One chap with a fake diamond earring, a fake diamante earring at that, who was about five foot and twenty years old was taken by our tinker like banter. Speaking of tinkers, it must've been the first time sober in BFTB but the place is full of them. In the guise of strippers, teenagers and wannabes. Lena went on to party for twelve more hours after that I went home with the special one, and got a taxi...from the city centre.....when does that ever happen?

Sunday was just too nice to stay in for Will and Grace part deux. So off we headed to Sandycove. Only wrinklies were hanging out there that day- gone are the days of jumping off the forty foot. We then were nearly going for a nice long walk on the pier but snuck into the Peoples park for a snack and a snooze. Bit of people watching too but there weren't enough weirdos about. Then onto Dalkey for a gander at the harbour seals- cuteness is. Then into Dalkey for some yum scram. No sightings of Bono nor Ryan Tubridy.

Sunday evening was spent in Siobhs pad watching Wedding Crashers, so many funny lines, so much junk consumed. Good Times.