So the residency is over.
Last night was an amazing experience. We all went out to dinner together, and then we went to the Dingle Bookshop, where I had my first international reading. I met some new lovely and kind people, and I read poetry for the first time in public. Spent the rest of the evening eating ice cream and hanging out with a new friend made in Dingle. Hopefully she gets into the program and we hang out even more!
It was sad to leave this morning. Annie and Ted drove us the three and a half hours to Shannon, where a couple of us girls rode along with Nancy in her amazing rental car to Bunratty.
I've waited my whole life to go to Bunratty, and I didn't go up to the higher portions because of my leg. I'm holding onto my leg for the bell tower at Notre Dame. If it wasn't for my obsession with Victor Hugo and his writing habits, I would have gone, but I forewent my fascination with fantasy and castles in order to hold out for Quasimodo.
I then got dropped off at my hotel, where I hang out waiting for Alex to come in on his flight so we can do this Honeymoon thing. Went to a McDonald's. There were automatic doors, and the waitress ... yes, waitress ... was confused why I collected my tray at the counter instead of allowing her to serve me.
I'm moving here, I swear to God.
But tomorrow we'll get on a flight and head to Heathrow, where I'll be doing research for my book while of course enjoying the sights with my beloved. We're staying in the hotel that is in the book, so that's really cool.
In the meantime, I rest my legs, watch weird RT tv, and get some work done.
What is this?
Dawson is a writer. This is her blog. In it, you shall read about reading. And writing. And cheeseburgers. Sometimes there are tangents. Huzzah.