Epic New Gaff

Gaff is a handy way of misspelling gaffe, but it also means "house" or "apartment" in Irish slang (weird, weird, weird).

Chris and I have relocated to a new gaff in Gloucester Square, Dublin 1.  It's in a colorful area. And by "colorful" I mean "every Friday and Saturday the sidewalks are covered in puke". But it's great because it will only take each of us about 10 minutes to walk to work.

The gaff itself is excellent. We're on the 5th floor, with 2 balconies and a view of Croke (Croak?) Park. We've filled it with our shit, decorated it, and it is now quite homey.

I have the smaller (but still double) bedroom, and the huuuuuge bathroom. My bathroom is completely ridiculous. You could rent out that bathroom for $850/month in Boston. I put a desk in it just to take up some of the space. The desk is for doing my hair/makeup but Chris thinks a table in a bathroom is usually intended for drug use, so now we call my bathroom the Cocaine Station.

it's lucky that girls don't fart or poop because this bathroom echoes

Chris' room is also massive, which is perfect for when he wants to strip naked and dance to Florence & The Machine for a few hours (generally a Sunday afternoon activity).

Chris' Dance Studio

The whole reason we were able to move into this lovely accommodation is thanks to our marvelous friend Laura, who escorted us home from Ikea in her motor vehicle. And then brought us to and from Shanono with our most cumbersome crap. As a thank you (and a treat to ourselves) we all went out for dinner & drinks the other night. Unsurprisingly (for anyone who has ever gone out with Laura) the night ended in us stealing something: in this case, the decorative bar thingy we now have decorating our coffee table. The bartender at the Porterhouse didn't see that one comin'. (I feel bad about this and am almost certain I have bad drinking karma coming as a result, but it's probably worth it).

 Anyways, the move was successful. Housewarming party is Saturday the 9th a.k.a. my birthday. It's going to get weeeeeird because the dual occasion calls for all the guests (and hosts) to drink twice as much as is strictly necessary to get the job done. Stay tuned for the snow report, co-op starting (February 4th!) and the emotional/physical fallout that results from my turning 23.

Stolen sign in the foreground, free (but not technically stolen) speakers in the background