Nope, didn’t go to a Frankie Ballard concert this weekend, but I did go to Ireland with Caroline and experienced a plenitude of both of these things, as well as many things that usually go down at country concerts. How I spent 48 hours in Ireland without experiencing a drop of rain is a mystery; Caroline’s long lost Irish ancestors must have been looking over us or something because we felt #blessed and I began to question my lack of Irish heritage as I was feeling particularly lucky. In addition to luck, if I had to sum up the weekend in a few words I would probably say: potatoes, photo shoots, and pints (of water, obv). More on that later….