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I had a really great weekend, which maybe I'll talk about later, until I got home this evening and one of my very best friends, E, called me with horrible news. Her Irish ex-boyfriend, whom I knew very well, died in a horrific car crash in County Laois on Saturday. He and two mates were on their way to see Ireland play Italy (rugby) when a car driven by a Polish national struck them nearly head on.
I'm just... I can't even believe it's real. Even though he wasn't really a big part of my day-to-day life anymore, I'd still get the occasional email from him. He was *so* funny. Very smart, dry wit. Just a great guy. He loved scifi and Stargate (actually, I remember seeing it for the first time at their place, in Ireland, when it was still on Showtime in the States). He drove me all over the Irish countryside, stopping at every crumbling heap of ruin, just because I said "ooh, look!" He loved when I came to visit (or he came to Seattle) because I would drink beer with him (a *lot* of beer), and E never would. He introduced me to the beer shandy, Kilkenny cream ale, the rules of hurling, the brilliance of European TV commercials, and the excellence of a "fry-up" when you're hung over. I'm pretty sure E would still be with him - probably married to him - except she just couldn't live in Ireland forever (she was there 5 years) and he didn't want to move to the US. He was smart and interesting, and very, very Irish, and he will be missed.
RIP, Sean.
I'm just... I can't even believe it's real. Even though he wasn't really a big part of my day-to-day life anymore, I'd still get the occasional email from him. He was *so* funny. Very smart, dry wit. Just a great guy. He loved scifi and Stargate (actually, I remember seeing it for the first time at their place, in Ireland, when it was still on Showtime in the States). He drove me all over the Irish countryside, stopping at every crumbling heap of ruin, just because I said "ooh, look!" He loved when I came to visit (or he came to Seattle) because I would drink beer with him (a *lot* of beer), and E never would. He introduced me to the beer shandy, Kilkenny cream ale, the rules of hurling, the brilliance of European TV commercials, and the excellence of a "fry-up" when you're hung over. I'm pretty sure E would still be with him - probably married to him - except she just couldn't live in Ireland forever (she was there 5 years) and he didn't want to move to the US. He was smart and interesting, and very, very Irish, and he will be missed.
RIP, Sean.