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After hours of careful planning and packing and wrapping effects pedals and street amps in underwear socks, pajamas, and Brothers Dubé T-shirts, at the airline check-in counter we had to tear it all out and distribute the weight among our luggage because one bag was over the weight limit. So much for protecting our gear. We pulled the cymbal bag out of one of our bags and made it carry on.
After explaining our situation – internationally famous rock stars in our own minds – they were kind enough to waive the rest… So we BARELY got our equipment on the plane and headed through security with too much carry on.
After an acoustic jam in the boarding lounge (didn’t know u need elf fingers to play mandolin!!!) we boarded the plane and went to “airplane mode.” We crossed our fingers, hoping our gear made the trip in one piece. In the photo, Liam and Jan show their deep… uh, concern for the equipment, “Where’s lunch, man?!”

We arrived in Dublin at 830 am local time. It’s cloudy and cool. Dad rented a 7-person van, which when he saw it, he thought it was a sedan! Once he realized it WAS a van he got in to start it only to realize there was no steering wheel. He found a steering wheel on the other wide. He got out, walked around to the other side, got it and yup, there was the steering wheel. After we packed all our gear into it we drove to our aunt and uncles for a Fry… yup a fry. A fry is thick salted bacon (rashers), Irish sausages, blood pudding, eggs, and soda bread. It’s a traditional Irish breakfast. Now that we met our cholesterol quota for the week it’s off to the west coast… A three-hour drive across the emerald isle on one hour of sleep!