And so it begins... Okay... I walked through St. James's Gate and I'm balls deep in my third pint at the Guinness Storehouse in Dublin. A three hour drive to O'Hare airport turned into a 4 hour drive because of the Veep's motorcade in Chicago... fuck my luck. Chicago to Dublin... 8 grueling hours cooped up on a plane with a bunch of dirty shanty irish... myself included. I'm half a lunatic from the jet lag, and the plane for Gatwick leaves at 8. 4 pints for lunch in Dublin... 4 pints for dinner tonight in London. That's what I call "A good day". Further updates as events(and wi-fi access) warrant.