THOU still unravish'd bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time,Sylvan historian, who canst thus express A flowery tale more sweetly than our rhyme:What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape Of deities or mortals, or of both, In Tempe or the dales of Arcady? What men or gods are these? What maidens loth?What mad pursuit? What struggle to escape? What pipes and timbrels? What wild ecstasy?
Oh wait sorry wrong Ode and subject (John Keats. 1795–1821 Ode on a Grecian Urn)... We got back from Ireland with a jonesing for some good old churrasco, Brazilian BBQ, we headed to Paula's and satiated our fix. After a dinner and a few drinks/bottles of wine we introduced our newest photo import from Ireland - the Shaky Face. Urbandictionary.com defines it as: to shake the face violently from side to side for the purpose of humour. This moment is performed for the camera to break up the monotony of the scenic photos. It can be classed as pure genius entertainment. Everyone had to join in and we got some great shots. The shaky face has caught on like an infection and is spreading all through our pictures. Even visitors are getting in on the action. We were surprised to have some last minute visitors in an old high school friend Andy and his aptly wonderfully named girlfriend, Melissa. They too got in on the fun. ENJOY!!!

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