Concerning Ireland, I think I was meant to have fun and to suffer in equal doses. I liked Dublin for its local food, cheap ass pints of Guinness, and pub music. But I caught an awful headcold halfway through my stay there, for the second vacation in a row no less. It was the kind that lasts for a week, with three particularly brutal days at the start. I couldn’t fight it off with Afrin or tissues alone, and needed to consult with the healing powers of Irish Coffee and Guinness Stew, of which I learned counts as a cold remedy. I also learned that in Ireland, chicken curry fries are a thing. And it’s fucking awesome. Eat, drink, and feel like shit, for tomorrow we drink again.