December in Dublin Pt 2
Woke up Sunday morning grumpy from all the aforementioned noise. We had a wonderful breakfast at the hotel that partially made up for the lack of sleep and went for a walk
Thought this was interesting both as an example of the riverside and of Bono's hotel (found that piece of trivia on the bus tour yesterday. We went to the General Post Office and I was disappointed - don't know what I expected to see; blood running in the street maybe? But it's been refurbished and operates as a tarted-up post office. As usual, I was tired of walking long before John and suggested that he continue walking around and I would go back to the hotel and catch up on all those folks eager to talk with me on the various chat sites. Soon John was back and randy (unusual for him - don't know whether it was getting away from me for a couple of hours or the knowledge that if we had sex now, he wouldn't have to bother with the sauna later on - I never put up any objection or question too closely the motive!) After that very pleasant interlude we went to visit Dublin Castle. Again, I guess I expected to see blood splattered on the walls or at the very least, the dungeons, but no such luck. The only picture I took amid all the splendor was the throne
Don't know what that says about me. After the tour (it's about 5PM now, I was hungry and horrified John by wanting to go to Eddie Rocket's) We had a healthy dinner of nachos, hamburger, and orders of fries for each. Then The George, billed as Jurassic Park. When we got there it was very crowded with a few older men (older than me even), some of the bears from the night before, a few lesbians and fag hags, and a whole gaggle of twinks. We ran into some very nice bears there (nice in this case being defined by their acquiescence with my roving hands). But the downstairs tea room was too busy with the twinks, lesbians, and fag hags to make much headway with a little slap and tickle with the bears. I got the feeling that this wasn't done that often (or maybe that early). That lasted for several pleasant hours, but then it was time to move on - I was still hoping for the sauna, but had decided not to go without John and he wasn't remotely in the mood. Back to the hotel, John packed and I chatted with all the folks who had somehow missed us all weekend.
Next morning another excellent breakfast and an uneventful trip to the airport and a wonderful flight home
John and his sea horse and Stan in his fat clothes (not that I have another kind)
Thought this was interesting both as an example of the riverside and of Bono's hotel (found that piece of trivia on the bus tour yesterday. We went to the General Post Office and I was disappointed - don't know what I expected to see; blood running in the street maybe? But it's been refurbished and operates as a tarted-up post office. As usual, I was tired of walking long before John and suggested that he continue walking around and I would go back to the hotel and catch up on all those folks eager to talk with me on the various chat sites. Soon John was back and randy (unusual for him - don't know whether it was getting away from me for a couple of hours or the knowledge that if we had sex now, he wouldn't have to bother with the sauna later on - I never put up any objection or question too closely the motive!) After that very pleasant interlude we went to visit Dublin Castle. Again, I guess I expected to see blood splattered on the walls or at the very least, the dungeons, but no such luck. The only picture I took amid all the splendor was the throne
Don't know what that says about me. After the tour (it's about 5PM now, I was hungry and horrified John by wanting to go to Eddie Rocket's) We had a healthy dinner of nachos, hamburger, and orders of fries for each. Then The George, billed as Jurassic Park. When we got there it was very crowded with a few older men (older than me even), some of the bears from the night before, a few lesbians and fag hags, and a whole gaggle of twinks. We ran into some very nice bears there (nice in this case being defined by their acquiescence with my roving hands). But the downstairs tea room was too busy with the twinks, lesbians, and fag hags to make much headway with a little slap and tickle with the bears. I got the feeling that this wasn't done that often (or maybe that early). That lasted for several pleasant hours, but then it was time to move on - I was still hoping for the sauna, but had decided not to go without John and he wasn't remotely in the mood. Back to the hotel, John packed and I chatted with all the folks who had somehow missed us all weekend.
Next morning another excellent breakfast and an uneventful trip to the airport and a wonderful flight home
John and his sea horse and Stan in his fat clothes (not that I have another kind)