IF GORGONZOLA IS THE ONLY LIVING CHEESE, IS IT STILL THE CORPSE OF MILK?

Jenny and I went to Davey Byrnes Pub today and we each had, you guessed it, a gorgonzola cheese sandwich and a glass of burgundy. The sandwich wasn't as good as I'd hoped, and it was a bit overpriced, but it was completely worth it to have eaten the same meal in the same pub as a character who never actually ate anything in any pub, because he is entirely fictitious. Also, the wine was fantastic. I'm not an expert by any means, but it was some of the best I've ever had in my life. Thankfully, our meal didn't have quite the same repercussions as Bloom's did.

After Davey Byrnes, we went to Penneys, which is basically the Target of Ireland, because my shoes had holes in them and I heard that cheap clothing could be found at Penneys. That was true, but the shoes they had were hideous--except for one pair. And this pair had no tags or price. And they just happened to be in my size. Turns out someone had stolen shoes, and left their old ones in the store, so the security guard just kind of let us take them. Yeah, they were used, but who am I to turn down free shoes?

We met up with Bush, the unfortunately named tour guide from the Joyce Centre at the Stag's Head, and chatted for a while about books and theatre and various other trifles. Jenny, being the siren that she is, had him under her spell almost instantly, and from that point forward, Drew and I were entirely nonexistent. Bush stopped buying the drinks, Drew and I became third and fourth wheels and we decided to throw in the towel. I got a pretty decent amount of reading done and had a good long chat with Miles, and now I am off to bed!