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irish ghost stories Sunday may have started out on an odd if not mixed emotional note, but it definitely ended on a much better one. After some more phone calls, I finally found someone to take with me to the play. My sister said that she would go with me to see it and we both really enjoyed it. Without a doubt, I have to say that The Weir was the best play that I have seen all season. When I had bought the tickets a few weeks ago, I had been instructed over the phone not to be late for the performance. According to the person on the phone, the play was a continuous one hour and forty-five production and they wouldn't be letting anyone in or out once it started. They stressed this one more time as we entered the theatre and were seated. I suppose without having seen the play this might seem a little strange, but now having seen it I can say that the play needs that kind of environment to be truly successful. There are only five characters in the play and all of the action takes place in the same room, a rural Irish bar. Having an intermission would have completely killed the mood that they created on stage. ... Talking with my sister I have to wonder if anyone under the age of twenty-five even bothers to listen to U2. The days of Boy was twenty years ago and even the over blown glory of Rattle and Hum is a decade old now as well. Personally I think that they have aged much better than most bands from my parents generation. U2 may not be as hip today as they were twenty years ago, but at least they aren't The Who. Before my sister went home. I gave her back her camera that I had taken with me to Europe. The roll inside had my final pictures of London on it, so I am curious to see what they look like when she finishes the roll. In appreciation of her letting me borrow it for so long, I gave her two rolls of film to take as well. I may have taken twenty rolls with me to Europe, but I certainly didn't use all of them. Of the twenty I only shot eight rolls and I don't want the rest to go to waste. ... From what I read online, I wasn't the only person that saw the new Charlie's Angels film this weekend. In fact it was the best selling show. I guess that this doesn't surprise me though. I hated Something About Mary and most people seemed to love it. ... So tomorrow is election day and I have no idea what I want to do. I have no clear idea of what either of the two major candidates mean to me. What I do know is that I am tired of being bombarded by all of the political ads wherever I go.
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