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the ferry over to dublin was odd. it was like a 4 star hotel that went too kitchy and had horrible service. example: looked like a well-stocked bar, but had no tonic water, and no waiters, had to order everything at the bar. no kids room, no sleeping rooms, and it left at 2:40 AM for no apparent reason. 11 decks tall, most of them double or tripletall for the trucks, but the smoking vestibule was a shitty rickety plastic building outside. they played jazz through the speakers, and it was pretty good sound quality, but the announcements were impossible to decipher, jsut sounded like the charlie brown adults, which was a problem when, upon disembarking, we couldnt figure out how to get the hell off the damn thing.
i did have a hot mom buying me glasses (yes, glasses) of Jamesons on the rocks.
oh, and if anyone wants an interesting drink to buy, the manager of the edinburgh hostel took us out clubbing, and the house cocktail and one of the places was called a Dr. Pepper. It was coca-cola, 3 shots of amaretto, and lager. yes, beer. it tasted exactly like it though. if anyone gets the proportions correct, lemme know.
i did have a hot mom buying me glasses (yes, glasses) of Jamesons on the rocks.
oh, and if anyone wants an interesting drink to buy, the manager of the edinburgh hostel took us out clubbing, and the house cocktail and one of the places was called a Dr. Pepper. It was coca-cola, 3 shots of amaretto, and lager. yes, beer. it tasted exactly like it though. if anyone gets the proportions correct, lemme know.