We were walking from a work thing to a family thing when we rounded a corner and found ourselves face to face with our pals from LCD. I had no idea they were in Ireland, or even on tour, but that is approximately how my social life works.
There were exclamations and embraces and Nancy said, come out to drinks; Pat offered to put us on the list for the next show, with the enticement that we might meet the prime minister. I asked, of which country, or did he mean the Taoiseach?
We declined the tickets on the basis that we had plans to stay in the hotel and watch television, which was certainly true, and also baffling. If I could go back in time and tell my ten year old self that I would turn down a free ticket to anything, that kid would not believe it.
The rest of it— the travel, and museums, and adventures, and friends, would have seemed like science fiction. Not attainable, or at least, not for that kid.
The Dead Zoo, opened by Dr. Livingstone in 1857.
Also known as Natural History Museum Ireland.
The Song of the Mad Prince, stained glass window by Harry Clarke, 1917. National Gallery of Ireland.