The Older the Fiddler, the Sweeter the Tune

Last week I celebrated my 23rd birthday with five of the most beautiful ladies in Dublin! We saw a matinee of "The Year of the Hiker" by John B. Keane, one of my favorite playwrights. Then it was off to Ba Mizu for espresso martinis (delish- see photo below) and rude cosmopolitans (not quite sure how they are differ from regular cosmos, but they are fabulous). When we went to Salamanca, our favorite tappas restaurant, and our table still wasn't ready, we decided to head for cheese and wine at The Wine Cellar around the corner. We were feeling quite mature and cultured until my favorite Killers song came on the radio to which we all squealed and broke into song, causing quite the scene in this quiet tiny cellar. Ahhh, the effects of alcohol. (Though to be honest, we probably would have done it sober).

When we finally got in to Salamanca we had a delicious dinner, followed by Irish coffees and chocolate cake complete with candle, singing waitress (yes, we were THAT table), and a few more birthday surprises, including a gift certificate to get a brazilian (and I dont mean a footballer). *cough*


"I think 23 will be a good year. Like Michael Jordan... only BETTER!"