"I know it's hard when you're up to your armpits in alligators . . .
to remember you came here to drain the swamp."
Oy vey, I always have the hardest time remembering to update this journal. I still have to finish telling you guys about Dublin. That is, if I can remember. So many things get in the way. I guess I'll just save the argument, the hospital, and the car stories for another day.
Dublin
Day 3: We were told that all museums were closed on Mondays, so we wisely did not use our Dublin Pass but instead did a bit of our own sightseeing.. That is, after having to wake up early just to pack and carry our luggage downstairs to be stored until we could switch into a different room in the same hostel. Anyway, we hit the town and stopped by some churches, the post office and its bullet holes, and the garden of rememberance. Along the way we found a game place that was more like a casino.. and we won some money. Good times. We also decided to be a little adventurous and took a bus out to a random town on the coast, Howth. This turned out to be really cool. Seeing the water was awesome, and we also discovered Abbey Tavern, a well-known and really cool tavern along some winding side street. It was a pretty little town, and we stumbled along the hills into a really old and beautiful graveyard. After our sightseeing and half hour long wait for the bus back, Amy crashed on the bus and I just watched our surroundings. The countryside is gorgeous, even at night. We went back and took naps, and where did we end up that night? Why, Temple Bar of course. However, the place wasn't as hopping as normal, despite the awesome music. So we decided to walk the streets and try to find some place else to go. We ended up walking into some club/bar that was really lame, but they did have a breathalizer machine.. so Amy and I amused ourselves. Much to my amazemenet, after 5 drinks or so my BAC was still legal at .054.. awesome. :-D Well, we left the lame bar.. and headed once again to club M. We ran into some familiar faces and some new ones, but we quickly realized our coats and purses were going to be a hassle. So we went back to our hostel and dropped them off.. but before leaving, we decided to chug a bottle of wine. Grand idea. :-D Cheap, too. It was quite amusing. Everyone in our room was asleep except a group of American guys in the corner, who kept pretending to make sex noises while we were chugging our bottle in the dark.. and Amy and I, pretty damn drunk, couldn't help but crack up. Once finished, we headed back to the club, where we stayed for quite awhile. Amy made friends with a gay irish guy named Paul, and I meanwhile, slutted myself around as per usual.. I'd say it was a good time. Haha. Problems arose upon close though, when I had to fight all the guys off. And I'm not kidding. I was fending for myself in a room, or should i say on a street, full of boars.. or should i say drunken irish men (and one egyptian). It worked out though. I can take care of myself, seeing as Amy was preoccupied with the Russian who spoke no English, who I had encountered earlier. To each his own, right? Well I found myself a 'friend' and we 'hung out' in the rain for awhile. Amy, Russian, Me, friend. Then the Gaurda came flying up to where we were standing. I freaked. They pushed past us into the now empty/closed club.. we were fine, but that and the pouring rain made me finally pull Amy away, and we walked home, where we shared a post-coital cigarette with Sean, the cute American we ran into the night before outside out hostel. I was kidding about the post-coital part.
Day 4.. or maybe 5.. well, this happened atleast: Lunch somewhere. Who knows. But that was after transferring ourselves to our second hostel. Today we were using the Dublin Pass. We hopped a bus to where we thought we'd find the zoo, but turns out we had to walk another couple miles to get there. It was rainy. And cold. But the monkeys were cool. From there we walked back to the bus station.. and walked forever again to get to the Guiness Storehouse.. whose museum is entirely too long. Thank God for the free glass and free pint of guiness. We then headed to where we thought was St. Patrick's. Amy never trusted me to get us there. We eventually did get there. It just took a lot longer than anticipated. And was a lot farther away. I swear we walked atleast 10 miles that day.
Yeah.. it's all starting to blur together. But I'll just tell stories now. That'll do. Time for bed though. Until next time. Adios.
Oy vey, I always have the hardest time remembering to update this journal. I still have to finish telling you guys about Dublin. That is, if I can remember. So many things get in the way. I guess I'll just save the argument, the hospital, and the car stories for another day.
Dublin
Day 3: We were told that all museums were closed on Mondays, so we wisely did not use our Dublin Pass but instead did a bit of our own sightseeing.. That is, after having to wake up early just to pack and carry our luggage downstairs to be stored until we could switch into a different room in the same hostel. Anyway, we hit the town and stopped by some churches, the post office and its bullet holes, and the garden of rememberance. Along the way we found a game place that was more like a casino.. and we won some money. Good times. We also decided to be a little adventurous and took a bus out to a random town on the coast, Howth. This turned out to be really cool. Seeing the water was awesome, and we also discovered Abbey Tavern, a well-known and really cool tavern along some winding side street. It was a pretty little town, and we stumbled along the hills into a really old and beautiful graveyard. After our sightseeing and half hour long wait for the bus back, Amy crashed on the bus and I just watched our surroundings. The countryside is gorgeous, even at night. We went back and took naps, and where did we end up that night? Why, Temple Bar of course. However, the place wasn't as hopping as normal, despite the awesome music. So we decided to walk the streets and try to find some place else to go. We ended up walking into some club/bar that was really lame, but they did have a breathalizer machine.. so Amy and I amused ourselves. Much to my amazemenet, after 5 drinks or so my BAC was still legal at .054.. awesome. :-D Well, we left the lame bar.. and headed once again to club M. We ran into some familiar faces and some new ones, but we quickly realized our coats and purses were going to be a hassle. So we went back to our hostel and dropped them off.. but before leaving, we decided to chug a bottle of wine. Grand idea. :-D Cheap, too. It was quite amusing. Everyone in our room was asleep except a group of American guys in the corner, who kept pretending to make sex noises while we were chugging our bottle in the dark.. and Amy and I, pretty damn drunk, couldn't help but crack up. Once finished, we headed back to the club, where we stayed for quite awhile. Amy made friends with a gay irish guy named Paul, and I meanwhile, slutted myself around as per usual.. I'd say it was a good time. Haha. Problems arose upon close though, when I had to fight all the guys off. And I'm not kidding. I was fending for myself in a room, or should i say on a street, full of boars.. or should i say drunken irish men (and one egyptian). It worked out though. I can take care of myself, seeing as Amy was preoccupied with the Russian who spoke no English, who I had encountered earlier. To each his own, right? Well I found myself a 'friend' and we 'hung out' in the rain for awhile. Amy, Russian, Me, friend. Then the Gaurda came flying up to where we were standing. I freaked. They pushed past us into the now empty/closed club.. we were fine, but that and the pouring rain made me finally pull Amy away, and we walked home, where we shared a post-coital cigarette with Sean, the cute American we ran into the night before outside out hostel. I was kidding about the post-coital part.
Day 4.. or maybe 5.. well, this happened atleast: Lunch somewhere. Who knows. But that was after transferring ourselves to our second hostel. Today we were using the Dublin Pass. We hopped a bus to where we thought we'd find the zoo, but turns out we had to walk another couple miles to get there. It was rainy. And cold. But the monkeys were cool. From there we walked back to the bus station.. and walked forever again to get to the Guiness Storehouse.. whose museum is entirely too long. Thank God for the free glass and free pint of guiness. We then headed to where we thought was St. Patrick's. Amy never trusted me to get us there. We eventually did get there. It just took a lot longer than anticipated. And was a lot farther away. I swear we walked atleast 10 miles that day.
Yeah.. it's all starting to blur together. But I'll just tell stories now. That'll do. Time for bed though. Until next time. Adios.
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