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Life of Lu 19/07/11

-The Galway Arts Festival is in town and as per usual it is fabulous fun!


James and I have been very pro-active in taking part in events this summer as it is our last summer in Galway for a long long time. Perhaps even our last summer in Ireland. Who knows?
We weren't swift enough to get tickets to Cillian Murphy's play Misterman but we have been very good in checking out other aspects of the festival. Such as the art exhibitions.




 and of course, one of the main events in the Galway calender, the Macnas parade








- As we are doing so well on our journey to non-smokingdom we also decided to treat ourselves to a very lovely lunch on Sunday. In Eddie Rockets - a really fun, American Style Diner. We tend to go there when we are going to the cinema as they are side by side. They also serve a mean Strawberry Malt. Yum!


James was happy with the sexy lady on the menu....


and I fell in love with my sweet potato chips in a little fryer basket! Cool!


- Our trip out got even more exciting when we went to the cinema.
You will never guess what we saw... (not on the screen either!)


Smurfs!!

-Another great surprise was that a friend of mine Erin returned from her summer in Palestine.
It was great hearing all about her experiences with a virgin strawberry daiquiri and a chocolate cake!



- My embarrassing story of the week is that I managed to fall flat on my face in the post office today while trying to jump over some rope queue dividers. Not only did I fall, so did all the bollards holding the rope. I ended up flat on the ground surrounded by a cacophony of  falling metal. How embarrassing.


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