Thanksgiving!Last year, Thanksgiving was a bit too busy for me to fly back to the United States… classes, and general insanity, conspired to keep me in Dublin. Which, frankly, was a perfectly lovely time with friends and classmates. 2025, however, had none of those challenges… and thus, saw Andrea and I winging our way to New England for a well-deserved holiday…
Friday, 28-November-2026
After Thanksgiving? Friendsgiving!
As with our first Thanksgiving, Friendsgiving was magical. Great table settings, excellent food, good friends, and excellent times. Good memories and happy times!
Just a simple spice rack for the kitchen – not something special, not something bespoke, just a simple place to store my spices and use the vertical space efficiently.
IKEA? Nope, don’t have anything. Shops nearby? Nope. “What’s a spice rack?” Charity shops? HahahaNO. Any stores or Facebook marketplace style things? yeahrightno.
Fine. Fine, you know what? FINE. I’ll make it myself.
So I did.
I measured, I designed, I printed, and I assembled. I was weighed and measured, and my ability and creativity was not found wanting.
Weekend from Thursday, 07-Aug-2025, through Saturday, 09-Aug-2025
When I started the MBA, we went to Orientation.
So, logically, now that the MBA is over, we should go to Disorientation, right?
I mean, I hadn’t considered the concept, but one of my classmates did, and planned a getaway, and invited everyone. And I’m definitely not someone to say no to the chance to get out of town and do some camping / escaping / enjoying the not-city.
So… Disorientation!
The plan was simple – I rented a car, we picked up a few of our friends, and we headed out toward Sligo on the Northwestern corner of the island. Our small group was aiming to arrive a day or so earlier than the rest – to set up and get oriented before we got disoriented with the whole group!
In the end, our planned group of 15+ turned into a small cadre of 7, give or take… a bit frustrating, to be sure, but it made for a really fun small-group adventure. We cooked, we walked around, and we went to a local traditional music night at a nearby pub. I lost my ring, I found my ring (after like 6 hours of searching), and much rejoicing occurred.
I even got to fly the drone a bit; both for my own enjoyment, and as a thank-you gift to the owner of the glamping spot we were staying in!
