Not a terribly exciting weekend,
Asides from failed attempts to drink tea, I went to fibbers on saturday night and it was pretty much entirely crap (which is odd since last weekend was great) so I left half an hour before kicking out time and managed to get a cab 30 seconds later on O'Connell st - worth remembering for future reference since every time I left at kicking out time I was faced with an hour's walk before catching one.
I found this to be pretty cool, a photojournal of a family through the years.
[1] I'm 28 on the 31st of this month and every single year I always get extremely stroppy for the week beforehand as the birthday is an undeniable piece of evidence that I'm not getting any younger and I have yet to save the world, invent something amazing or write a NYT best seller. This year is particularly annoying since it means I can no longer refer to myself as being in my mid-20s.