Guinness Storehouse

On Saturday, we tried to wake up and recover from our late/early night but were slow-moving.  Understandable.  We walked over to Junior's to show Evan how delicious a traditional Irish breakfast can be.

Yum city.

Ireland's version of Huevos Rancheros.  Not as great as Texas but it did the trick and brought me back to life.

After breakfast, we decided to go to the Guinness Storehouse!  Drew and I hadn't been yet and wanted to go, so Evan being here was the perfect excuse.  Tracy hadn't been either (except for the time she went and waited for us to finish up at the immigration office, which never happened), so she joined us! It was an interesting self-paced tour, with a pint of Guinness waiting for you at the end in their Gravity Bar on the top floor.  

Serious about Guinness.

The actual 9,000 year lease that Arthur Guinness signed in 1759.  

Entryway to the museum.

Water of Life.

Barley, an essential ingredient.  Duh.

Hops.  Another necessary ingredient.  Duh.

Quick!  Act like someone's saying something funny!
(They give you a "taste" halfway through the tour, here.)

Hook 'em.

Area where they show you how to make the casks/barrels.

All of the Guinness ads over the years.  Thinkin about John cause he loves this stuff!

A couple of pints at the Gravity Bar.  Cheers!

The bar had really amazing views 360 degrees all around Dublin.  This picture doesn't do it justice!

Friends!  Happiness!

Winks.

Awkward pic in the stairwell.

Large, beautiful statue/carving that looks like a pint.

It was pouring rain after we left so we abandoned our walking plans and took a cab ride home.

We made it home, soaking wet, and took a little cat nap to prepare for the evening's festivites.  And continue to recover from the previous evening's festivities.  We were planning on going to dinner with a few people, like The Barrister (who had a party at his house the previous evening and hadn't recovered yet), Tracy (who was working out and then ended up staying home - can't blame her for the rain!) and Sarah, another one of Drew's coworkers from Canada (who ended up coming), and we picked a cute cafe recommended by The Barrister called Cafe En Seine.  It was gorgeous inside, with beautiful stained glass windows and mosaic walls and mirrors, and a large greenhoused ceiling in the back, and it looks perfect for dinner or after-work drinks.  After the dinner hours it evidently turns into a pretty happenin' club - and I was sorely out of place because I forgot to wear my sluttiest clothes and my 10-inch heels.  Ah well.  Next time.  It was a lovely dinner with Evan and Drew and Sarah, and then Drew and Evan and I went to a pub for some more drinks, and then home for bed.  

Evan's last day is Sunday so there's plenty more fun to come - gotta fit in as much as we can!