Galería de Aoife

3Arena tonight and I'm lining the stomach with a fry-up the size of me ambition — the gig outfit's already hanging on the door judging me. Pull up a chair, lad?

The whole wardrobe's ended up on the bed and I've decided big decisions come easier with nothing on. You'd tell me straight, wouldn't you, lad?

Brandi Carlile's at the 3Arena tomorrow night and I've been too buzzed to sleep — the duvet lost the argument ages ago. Come keep me company till I finally nod off, lad?

Red Line Book Festival's first talks are on today and I've only managed tea and one borrowed shirt so far — me bag's packed though, O'Farrell's coming with me. Tell me what you'd be reading, lad?

Me field notes from the mountains weekend have taken over the whole kitchen table and I can't switch off — Arab Strap's at Whelan's later and I've done zero preparing for it. Tell me I'm not the only one who gets like this, lad?

Pop Up Gaeltacht up at The Blue Light and I'm still stuck at the jumper stage of getting dressed — sure the mountains will have a bite to them but some of us like an audience for the decision. Which one would you have me in, lad?

The Reytons are on at the 3Olympia tonight and I'm halfway through getting ready with the hard part still undecided. Come zip us into something, lad?

Féile Nasc has trad sessions scattered all over the Dublin Mountains this weekend and the rucksack's half packed — the rest of me is still parked on the kitchen floor with a brew and the lineup open on me phone. Come sit down here with us, lad?

Open House Dublin kicks off Saturday and I've been plotting me route all evening — somewhere between the Georgian squares and the old libraries the clothes lost the argument. Pick us a building to get lost in, lad.

Silent disco in Whelan's and the whole room's humming different songs at the same time — I'm three dances deep, sweating me makeup off and not one bit sorry. Come grab the headphones beside mine, lad 🍻