Feb17

Saint Patrick’s Day in Dublin, 2025!

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Sunday, 16-March-2025


I can’t believe I’m going to write a short post about my first St. Patrick’s Day in Ireland.

But, as strange as it may sound? St. Paddies day here was move low-key than any that I’d had in Boston. Maybe that’s saying something… something about how we don’t celebrate the things that are all around us?

Feels reasonable, speaking as the guy who still hasn’t been on Boston’s eponymous Duck Boats, or to the Statue of Liberty, or any other of a thousand little touristy things…


Anyways, a whole group of us MBA students got together for the adventure. We went to the parade. We went to a bar. We drank at least one Guinness… POSSIBLY even two! Not more than three, though, truthfully, since it was really just a slightly crazy madhouse. Think Boston, on a calm-ish Thursday night after the Red Sox have won a game that isn’t particularly important. Or any Saturday in Dublin, really.



Feb15

Oysterfest in Howth

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Saturday, 01-March-2025


As it turns out, Andrea and my’s previous escape to Howth was also a scouting run for the Oyster Festival – another lovely chance to escape the city and the chaos of coursework.

We were joined by a few friends, and made a lovely day of it… though I’ll be honest, I was a bit disapointed in what “Oysterfest” actually ended up being.

See, I’d expected a festival. You know, booths, events, maps, that sort of thing. Instead… Oysterfest was really just a chance to go to the existing bars and pubs to eat oysters. That may or may not be exactly what’s normally on the menu. But possibly slightly more expensive? I’m not sure.

Really, I couldn’t tell you what made this weekend different from all other weekends.

But at the end of the day? I do like oysters. So it wasn’t so bad. And I did get to see a seal, which I count as an absolute excellent win.

Feb13

A walk to Howth

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Wednesday, 19-Feb-2025


Dear lord we needed to escape Dublin.

The MBA was in full swing, and the second semester was taking a toll on me. It was even starting to wear on Andrea, which is impressive when you consider her legendary resilience to constant strain.

We needed a holiday, and we had a Wednesday free.


Well… We made the Wednesday free. We told our groups that we needed a break, and that we’d be unavailable for 24 hours. We hopped on the train, and made our way out of town to the peninsula of Howth, for a lovely walk by the seaside.

We kept our phones on silent. No classwork, no group messages, none.


That evening, we looked for inns to stay at… not finding anything in Howth, we picked a hotel near the train in Dublin, and enjoyed the rest of our 24 hours away from work, from the apartment, and from the insanity of the MBA.

Seriously. 100% worth it.