Another day in Dublin and the weather chose violence.

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Extra cold. Rude, honestly.

But did that stop us? Absolutely not. We woke up, gussied up, and hit the town like seasoned professionals. First stop: Brown Thomas at opening because priorities. We went straight for the Jellycats—if you know, you know. If you don’t, it’s too absurd to explain and I refuse to try.

We expertly navigated Grafton Street (locals, basically) and somehow ended up back at Bewley’s because apparently, we are deeply loyal to this old tea house. Coffee, tea, AND bacon for me—if you know me, you know I’m protein-forward at all times. I even tried avocado toast. Didn’t love it. Didn’t hate it. Ate some. Growth.

Stumbled into a shop called Oliver Bonas

and became immediately obsessed. I found the most inappropriate, hilarious cards and obviously bought them. I also left behind some beautiful coupe glasses after talking myself out of them—an actual miracle. Please clap.

We did walk to the Wall of Love

so did literally everyone else in Dublin. My love language briefly turned aggressive when Braley was gingerly removing her jacket while ten other people stood behind us, waiting their turn to take photos in front of the murals and love notes. Nothing says love and romance like a silent internal countdown and a growing sense of public pressure Sorry Bray. But, for Christ sake, hurry!

The girls grabbed donuts from The Rolling Donut

(grab-and-go style, thank you very much). Once again, TikTok has not failed us. We love a curated TikTok experience.

Next stop: Guinness.

Yes, we did Stouties—selfies on beer. A proud moment seeing my beauties and my love immortalized in foam. Eddie’s, however, looked like a police sketch from America’s Most Wanted. A tasting was included. I tried. I hate regular beer. Guinness tasted like poison. Yuck. Eddie was personally offended and insisted I “gulped wrong.” I assure you, I know a big drink when I take one—and that was a big gulp.

We ate at Guinness

fish and chips because duh. A very kind bartender gave me a free drink to take up to the Gravity Bar, which has a 360-degree view of Dublin and zero places to sit. I have thoughts. Limit the people or add bar-height tables along the windows. You’re welcome. We took photos anyway because… vacation.

Final stop: Jameson Distillery.

What a time. I don’t drink whiskey. I don’t drink beer. Braley doesn’t drink at all. Naturally, we signed up for a cocktail-making class because we are lifelong learners. Eddie could absolutely be a bartender—very Cocktail coded. Tom Cruise, watch out.

Me? I was busy being a mom,

photographing the girls instead of making a nice frothy egg white foam. Eggs freak me out, so less froth = more peace. Maicy is not a steady pourer and aggressively splashed Jameson all over the bar. Shortly after, the instructor handed out cleaning cloths… but not before her jeans fully absorbed the scent of Ireland.

And now we’re home, where the beauties are making shepherd’s pie like a proper Irish family. Honestly? Iconic.

PS Eddie concocted a very all-Irish beverage

for himself and Maicy because she is, after all, the brave one. Unfortunately, bravery does not override taste buds. The drink barely grazed her lips before she spit it right back out. Heroic attempt. Immediate regret.