Thank you for the info, ladies and gents. I’ll be sure to schedule a couple hours of a day midway through for a trip to the suds parlor.
Twisty and yojimbo: Trust me, guys, when I say I’d really love to get together with you guys (actually, I wanna get together with ruadh and tatertot, as close as possible, but that’s neither here nor there).
I’ll be there with my two surly, high-maintenance children, however, whose dispositions will not be improved by the transAtlantic crossing, and we’re going to be in Dublin for about 24 hours before leaving for Cork, and afterwards up the coast as far as Sligo. A few hours of this Dublin time will be devoted to finding the hotel and napping in it. And if I tell the wife that I’m taking off afterward to drink with a couple of jolly mates from the SDMB, I know for sure where my NEXT savage beating will be coming from.
(I was planning on spending the remaining time in the city visiting the Trinity Library, Treasury, and Long Room…not terribly creative of me, but I’d hate to miss 'em. Is this a Good Idea, or should we do something else?)
Flute thing: I’m not a master, by any means, and I wouldn’t try to elbow out the fiddler and take over the leads on any jigs, reels, or set dances…what I’d hope to do would be figger out the changes and kind of “harmonize,” adding a mournful, keening layer to the mix. It really depends on whether there’ll be room in my bag for it, I suppose. Packing along a sopranino recorder is another thought, although I consider people who show up with a recorder to be musical losers. (Speaking of which…Bodhran? Are you calling me a drummer???)
Sua: As soon as I submitted the OP, I considered coming back and offering to shoot the first guy to make an Irish Spring joke. I know where you live, man.
Eve: If I decide to swing by Belfast, can I bring you anything back? A pipe bomb?