It's Friday. Okay?

Yes, indeed it is Friday. The day almost everyone is looking forward to as they hit the snooze button to their alarm clocks or cell phones every lethargic, angst-filled Monday morning.

For me, Friday has a different meaning. Not being able to brag about a pay check coming in at the end of every month, Friday seems like just one of those regular days where the main highlight is having my husband come home. Then again, that's pretty much every day!

Now, I know that it sounds quite sad. In the contrary! Having him home and knowing that we haven't the need to get up early the next day, allows us to explore the night just a bit better.

Believe you me, the night time here in Dublin is quite the multifaceted character.

We usually go to shows. I'm talking about indy rock gigs that come to this fair city to indulge our hungry listening tastes.

So, tonight we might go to yet another one of these "gigs"...

MIGHT.

We have a little problem. We think we bought the tickets and we thing we got them. We can not find the little buggers and this is making our Friday night plans quite blurry.

If we can't find them, I hope it is bc we forgot to get them in the first place!

Wish us luck.

Oh and what is this blog about? Only time will be able to tell you and me.