Irish Accents in NYC

This past week, I've been meeting up with my two friends, Richie & Tom, whom I met in Ireland this fall. They came to the states for a week, and were in CT for a few days, stayed at my place, then ventured off to NYC and beyond. The weekend was fun with them, we went out drinking in New Haven, and then to O-Bar in Fairfield Sunday night. Wednesday was definately the most fun, when we met up for dinner and legendary dessert at Serendipity on E 60th between 2nd and 3rd. Dinner was a blast, and I think I'm still sore from the intrusive laughter we created. There was a gridlock warning in the city, but it surprisingly was easy to get around by car once we were in Manhattan. After dinner, we gallivanted around midtown and Central Park West, showed the boys Lennon's memorial in Strawberry fields, and finally said our fairwells from Chelsea.

Not only are they really nice, handsome, and fun as hell, but those Irish accents are to die for. I wish Ireland wasn't so far away; can't wait til next time!