Ireland - day 10 - Amach eliti (Supreme Exit)

Woke up to the best news I have heard in a long time. The government shut down. Katy got to it first on her iPhone. I could hardly contain my elation.

The innkeepers were kind enough to wake up very early and give us coffee and a continental breakfast before we left for the airport at 7:00. Then, we put the last bags in the car and headed bleary-eyed into the blackness to catch our plane home.

The drive to the airport went very smoothly, except for a short slowdown near the airport. Got through the check in and security smoothly, and had a pint while waiting in the supremely confusing terminal 2 of Dublin airport. We found ourselves wondering if the Dublin airport was exclusively international, since we could not name another city to which one could fly. Maybe Belfast, but that's still international.

After wading through the confusion, we made our way to the gate once instructed by the blinking screens scattered throughout the terminal. The Irish took their sweet time boarding the flight, and we finally took off 10 minutes late. Of course, as I write this, the eurotrash in front of Katy and I put their seats all the way back. Perhaps they are part sheep, trying futilely to thwart my progress once more. But their simple-minded trickery will not work on me.

Frank just stopped by to say the eurotrash in front of him had their seat back as well. No surprise. Maybe it's the hair gel seeping slowly into their brains after years and years of constant application, killing their sense of common decency and from what my nostrils tell me, their cleanliness. My only consolation is that when the Irish take over the EU presidency, the thing will break apart due to fiscal irresponsible subsidies to booze produces, and then perhaps Germany will give it another go. That, and knowing that when I cough, I am coughing right on this dumb Swede's head. Bon appetit, and enjoy your visit to the US!

Muddled genetics in the US do have some advantages. Each euro race has it's own distinct, horse-faced nature in the purebreds, producing what I can only describe as a myriad of ghoulish masks that I want so very badly to punch repeatedly until there is nothing left but swollen, bruised goo. In other words, a vast improvement.

Immigration was a breeze and now we are waiting to board the flight from Boston to DCA.

I am deeply saddened to realize my agency has enough funding to operate for a week, so no unpaid vacation for me, unless this thing goes for the long haul.

I am jack's complete lack of surprise.