A little retail therapy on Grafton Street
Last night we took my parents out for dinner to thank them for babysitting the children while we were in Dublin - more of which later - and they drank us under the table in the bar afterwards so we're both feeling lousy today, playing ping-pong with responsibility for the children. It's enough to make me give up alcohol for a least a few days. Uggh.
Anyway we had three days and three nights in a five-star hotel in Dublin last week to celebrate Mr Nomad's 40th birthday. The last time we had a few nights away without children either in utero or ex utero was eight years ago when we took my parents from Singapore to Bali to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary. We had such a great time that, despite a very poor fertility prognosis, Caoilin was conceived and we've hardly gone anywhere without her since.
But wrench ourselves away from our parental responsiblities we did, and oh was it wonderful. For three days I washed no one's teeth but my own (ditto bum wiping). I walked along city streets, in no hurry anywhere, with only my handboag to watch over. I ate buffet breakfasts at my leisure, reading the paper, only getting up from my seat to serve myself as opposed to others. You get the drift. We also fraternised with celebrities - kinda.
When we queued up to get into 'The Dark Knight', we were forced to stand along the red carpet and watch Adam Sandler and Rob Schneider schmooze with their fans before the premier of their latest movie which is, I suspect, as ridiculous as its title - something about Zohan. There were some Irish celebrities there too (apparently) but having been in exile for so long I didn't recognise them; thanks to a couple of Batman fans in the queue I discovered that they were television presenters and the like. Hardly very impressive.
Burly bouncers informed us that we could go into the cinema building until the talent had left the building. The talent! Oh it was so Hollywood on O'Connell Street last wednesday night (except for the downpour which greeted us when our movie was over which was very, very Irish).
There's lots more to be said about our romantic (and retail) escape but it's my turn to tend to the children so it'll have to wait. Roll on bedtime - mine and theirs.