My father asked me the other day how the hotel next door to me was coming along, so I thought I'd post this new pic for him.


While I was photographing the hotel, I noticed that James' and Mike's friend Alex had done some work on his bike.


Since I ran into the owners of Lucky Jack's on Monday night at the tail end of my pub crawl, I figured I'd finally go check out their joint since Diarmuid was giving me a hard time about never stopping in.