Ireland is here, wish you were beautiful...

It's been 2 months since moving to Ireland, heading for greener pastures and leaving Gavin and Al to man the Skeey cave. So far, the adjustment is going pretty well, but here are a few highlights. The "Seacrest Out Exp-hair-iment" has taken a few twists and turns. I had to find a new hair dresser to keep my hair from looking like Sasquatch. I never knew this, but apparently "thin it out and take a little off the top and back" translates to "give me a mullet and make me look like I am a nameless drummer from an 80's glam rock band." So, after enduring 2 months of wearing a raccoon on my head, I finally went to a different hair dresser today. I gotta tell you, it's definitely de-mulletized, but I'm afraid I now look like someone else entirely. See you later Seacrest!!!