mini-moon

If we are making you puke already, then look away now. You have to forgive us, we're married less than 24 hours here.


Sunday night was good craic. There was Motherfudge, Large Mound, Omelette & Dudley Corporation there...it was the ghosts of Mark's rock past present and future. Here's the Omo boys looking all cute.


Mark lived on several portions of Guinness & oysters on the mini-moon. Well, that, and a sea bass, and a whole lobster and about 40 other meals in 2 days.


Carlingford is bee-your-ifull. Because I didn't get to do the mini-marathon this weekend, we went for a 12km walk instead. Up hill and down dale, through forest, down boreen. The sweat, the muck, the deadliness.


...but we still had time for messin'


Windmill Lane sent champers to the Oystercatcher for us. Yay work! (never thought I'd put those 2 words together)


This is cool.