A pub.
The organization Democrats Abroad Ireland liased with O'Neills pub in Suffolk Street to establish a polling station for Dems who found themselves in Dublin on Super Tuesday.
That's right. In Ireland, you vote in a pub.
Pretty much the coolest polling station I've seen, and this morning all my coworkers have been asking all morning if I was in O'Neills last night. You know, for a pint. And a vote. So weird.
LOL, also, my boss Tom found out that I like Obama (I like Hillary too, but he doesn't know this), so he's been trying to bribe me into voting for Hillary. Yesterday he offered me €5 in change and a sweet from his pocket if I'd promise to vote for her. LOL. They LOVE her over here. They love her because she's Clinton's wife, and they LURVED him. They love her because she's Irish, and I guess yesterday she thanked all the Irish for supporting her, and they've officially gone full-on mental for her. But you know, Czech, Polish, Italian, French--lots of my friends from lots of different countries are supporting her, and I dunno, we do need someone with strong international relations. It speaks volumes that the whole world loves her. Maybe we should love her too?
How are you this morning? Last night was a nice easy one for me, topped off with a minor crisis which was worked through. Also, Stephen made "pancakes" for Pancake Day, aka Fat Tuesday. They're crepe-style and they have them with lemon and sugar. Very tasty.
Well, so that's it for me. Short one today because I'm a little swamped here at work and am feeling the wrath of my 9-15 bosses. Bleh!
Oh, FRENCH CLASS TONIGHT!!!! Write me tomorrow morning and ask me how it went. God help us both if I've already gone I'm-in-a-foriegn-language-class crazy, and I'm like, "Oh, oui, c'est bon, c'est bon, j'aime le class du Francais! Merci beaucoup!" and you go, "Kate. Check yoself before you wreck yoself."
That's right. In Ireland, you vote in a pub.
Pretty much the coolest polling station I've seen, and this morning all my coworkers have been asking all morning if I was in O'Neills last night. You know, for a pint. And a vote. So weird.
LOL, also, my boss Tom found out that I like Obama (I like Hillary too, but he doesn't know this), so he's been trying to bribe me into voting for Hillary. Yesterday he offered me €5 in change and a sweet from his pocket if I'd promise to vote for her. LOL. They LOVE her over here. They love her because she's Clinton's wife, and they LURVED him. They love her because she's Irish, and I guess yesterday she thanked all the Irish for supporting her, and they've officially gone full-on mental for her. But you know, Czech, Polish, Italian, French--lots of my friends from lots of different countries are supporting her, and I dunno, we do need someone with strong international relations. It speaks volumes that the whole world loves her. Maybe we should love her too?
How are you this morning? Last night was a nice easy one for me, topped off with a minor crisis which was worked through. Also, Stephen made "pancakes" for Pancake Day, aka Fat Tuesday. They're crepe-style and they have them with lemon and sugar. Very tasty.
Well, so that's it for me. Short one today because I'm a little swamped here at work and am feeling the wrath of my 9-15 bosses. Bleh!
Oh, FRENCH CLASS TONIGHT!!!! Write me tomorrow morning and ask me how it went. God help us both if I've already gone I'm-in-a-foriegn-language-class crazy, and I'm like, "Oh, oui, c'est bon, c'est bon, j'aime le class du Francais! Merci beaucoup!" and you go, "Kate. Check yoself before you wreck yoself."
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