How Bode You All This YuleTide?

Yes, too too long have I sat in the shadow of my own meandering life, depriving you, gentlest of bloggy readers, the intimate tapestry of colorful excitement that is my life. And now, a photo essay of the highlights of the last two months:

October 3rd, I attain my third decade on the planet:
















I think I already posted on that.


November 3rd, I attend a religious ceremony:























No, not quite:

























Ah yes, Mazel Tov.

December 5th, we hit the road to the airport, destination...Dublin:
























December 6th...Dublin:




















December 7th, Destination, Guinness Brewery:






















December...something...a few of these:
















Turned into a few of these:














Which made the wife nostalgic for the Liffey:
















And made me feel...well, sexy:
































Then sicky:















Then hungry. The entire gambit of emotions:


















We shopped, we toured, we saw Kilmainham, the Book of Kells, Bram Stoker's childhood home. But after six days, we returned home, to the land not obsessed with Guinness, Bailey's and footbal...er, soccer. The wife found her groove immediately:



















As for me, I decided to take up reading to the mildly possessed:
















That is all from the third circle of the Midwest. I do apologize to all four of you loyal readers who have stuck with me through my many, many bloggy incarnations. To those I have offended, well, suck it. To those in Chicago, it snowed down here too, and thanks Steffie for the Blades of Glory Soundtrack (making that seal a little more permanent on my potential for closet homosexuality). To those in the south, well... it's really fucking cold out right now. And to everyone, Happy Hanukkah!