I've gotten so good at writing to myself
(By the by, that's a lyric not an emotion kiddos. I'm well aware that you love and wait on my hilarious anecdotes haha)
Back to my epic Dubs-land recap. Post our shopping trip, MacD and I ventured to Tesco to buy dinner so that we could save money given our recent clothing related expenditures (but what joyous ones they were! MacD got the hottest dark denim pencil skirt, a strand of red beads, and a brown sweater with mother-of-pearl buttons and I got a black hooded sweatshirt, which is in fact different from the rest of my black hooded sweatshirts, a knit minidress, and a bag). Tesco was fine except naturally at the cashier's line, the woman in front of me with her kids asked the cashier to check something and then while the cashier was checking whatever it was, her son vommed into the little end of the counter where they put the groceries for you to bag. It was ick-tastic. Poor kiddo. We then walked back to the hostel over the Ha'penny footbridge and consumed our delicious food in our room. Let me here point out that there was nowhere to sit in this room besides on the beds and the beds weren't tall enough to sit up straight in. You had to kind of round your shoulders over and hunch to really fit and not be totally lying down. We noted the new presence of luggage on one of the beds and naturally speculated about the relative attractiveness of the person based on their possessions. The Harvard kids returned and we chatted with them about stuff. Then we spent time getting pretty so that we could go frolic in Temple Bar. Just for those of you not familiar with Dublin, Temple Bar is like the party area. It's a couple blocks that are like solid bar and restaurant territory. On we ventured to figure out where we wanted to go and see what looked like it had good music etc. Our brilliant plan was to watch and find some superlatively attractive young men and then follow them. It was genius. We ended up going to a place called The Temple Bar where the music was good and we had some stools by the wall. MacD noted some young men dressed in sweater vests and bow ties. Cute but weird outfits. I used my ethnographical knowledge to determine that they MUST be celebrating an event seeing as how they seem to like to do costumes (or "fancy dress" in their vernacular) for birthdays etc. Some Dutch boys eventually stopped glancing over their shoulders and talked to us but they were kind of bleh and we were in search of a dancing place, which this sadly was not. We decided to pee and leave.
However! On our way out to find the bathroom, we were accosted by no less than the sweater vest boys, demanding that we give one of them a kiss on the cheek because they were celebrating his stag party, (bachelor's party). This explained the costumes at least. They weren't freaks, they were celebrating by dressing as golfers and were playing pub golf (there was a par based on how many swallows your pint took you and there was a tally sheet). We were invited along with them and seeing as how we had nothing else specific to do, we decided to accompany them and see where it went. We ended up in this place called Fitzsimmon's which had some good dancing tunes. We did a walkabout to see if there was anyone else that we wanted to chill with (read cute IRISH boys) but there really weren't many options and there wasn't anywhere to sit so we went back to the bachelor party boys. Let's run down a brief dramatis personae. The groom: Andy (intro'd himself as Jeff to me), Stu/Stew (Disco Stu or Stewart Little deending on who you listened to) and Martin, the best man and Stu's twin, Mac (man in charge of the tally sheet and shepherding the crew), and assorted others who have no names that I precisely recall. MacD was dancing with Martin mostly here and I was conversating with this one guy who looked rather grim and Stu. The boys compared MacD to Allyson Hannigan and were saying that Andy looked like someone from Hollyoaks (british soap)though he was insisting otherwise. At some point, Stu just leaned down and kissed me which was weird. We debated letting them go without us but decided to forge on in the interest of amusement esp. as they'd picked up some other random girls who were from NY. Outside in the street, I talked to some others of them including this one guy in a pink fcuk hat that was apparently his sisters. When we were deciding where to go, he was saying that he was cold and actually put his arm into my coat sleeve with my arm. He took it out again but then he did it again and Mac put his arm in my other sleeve. It was hilarious. They also suggested we have some sort of topless fight for dominance with the NY girls. We refrained naturally. Then outside, Mac challenged Mallory to thumb wrestle for the honor of being my best friend. In an epic battle worthy of a Homeric poem, he managed to take down Mallory. We entered a new bar and there was more thumb wrestling and muscle showing. Two of the boysies got kicked out after one of them put the other on his shoulders. The New York girls left at some point. I got Mac's number. Mallory's was taken down by approximately every guy listening. The groom showed us pictures of cats on his cell phone. He kissed MacD on the mouth and tried for mine but I turned my head so he made out with the side of my face for a bit. Then it was home to the beddy bye time.
In our absence our room had totally filled up. It was a little awk because the guy in the bed on top of mine was standing next to the bed and I was trying to drink my Diet Coke but I just didn't have anywhere to look that was like not staring at someone in the room. We managed to get into our beds. Then a little after we came in, we hear someone come in and go you're in our bed to the person/people in the bed next to mine. The Harvard couple had been sleeping there and when I glanced over, I only saw the one person so I figured that the guy was just laying flat so that I couldn't see him behind his gf. BUT NO! It was really some OTHER person in the bed. But as it turned out it was her bed after all and the Harvard kids had miscounted the beds which was fair enough cause they weren't numbered quite right.
NEXT: A Very Good Reason to Eat Breakfast
Back to my epic Dubs-land recap. Post our shopping trip, MacD and I ventured to Tesco to buy dinner so that we could save money given our recent clothing related expenditures (but what joyous ones they were! MacD got the hottest dark denim pencil skirt, a strand of red beads, and a brown sweater with mother-of-pearl buttons and I got a black hooded sweatshirt, which is in fact different from the rest of my black hooded sweatshirts, a knit minidress, and a bag). Tesco was fine except naturally at the cashier's line, the woman in front of me with her kids asked the cashier to check something and then while the cashier was checking whatever it was, her son vommed into the little end of the counter where they put the groceries for you to bag. It was ick-tastic. Poor kiddo. We then walked back to the hostel over the Ha'penny footbridge and consumed our delicious food in our room. Let me here point out that there was nowhere to sit in this room besides on the beds and the beds weren't tall enough to sit up straight in. You had to kind of round your shoulders over and hunch to really fit and not be totally lying down. We noted the new presence of luggage on one of the beds and naturally speculated about the relative attractiveness of the person based on their possessions. The Harvard kids returned and we chatted with them about stuff. Then we spent time getting pretty so that we could go frolic in Temple Bar. Just for those of you not familiar with Dublin, Temple Bar is like the party area. It's a couple blocks that are like solid bar and restaurant territory. On we ventured to figure out where we wanted to go and see what looked like it had good music etc. Our brilliant plan was to watch and find some superlatively attractive young men and then follow them. It was genius. We ended up going to a place called The Temple Bar where the music was good and we had some stools by the wall. MacD noted some young men dressed in sweater vests and bow ties. Cute but weird outfits. I used my ethnographical knowledge to determine that they MUST be celebrating an event seeing as how they seem to like to do costumes (or "fancy dress" in their vernacular) for birthdays etc. Some Dutch boys eventually stopped glancing over their shoulders and talked to us but they were kind of bleh and we were in search of a dancing place, which this sadly was not. We decided to pee and leave.
However! On our way out to find the bathroom, we were accosted by no less than the sweater vest boys, demanding that we give one of them a kiss on the cheek because they were celebrating his stag party, (bachelor's party). This explained the costumes at least. They weren't freaks, they were celebrating by dressing as golfers and were playing pub golf (there was a par based on how many swallows your pint took you and there was a tally sheet). We were invited along with them and seeing as how we had nothing else specific to do, we decided to accompany them and see where it went. We ended up in this place called Fitzsimmon's which had some good dancing tunes. We did a walkabout to see if there was anyone else that we wanted to chill with (read cute IRISH boys) but there really weren't many options and there wasn't anywhere to sit so we went back to the bachelor party boys. Let's run down a brief dramatis personae. The groom: Andy (intro'd himself as Jeff to me), Stu/Stew (Disco Stu or Stewart Little deending on who you listened to) and Martin, the best man and Stu's twin, Mac (man in charge of the tally sheet and shepherding the crew), and assorted others who have no names that I precisely recall. MacD was dancing with Martin mostly here and I was conversating with this one guy who looked rather grim and Stu. The boys compared MacD to Allyson Hannigan and were saying that Andy looked like someone from Hollyoaks (british soap)though he was insisting otherwise. At some point, Stu just leaned down and kissed me which was weird. We debated letting them go without us but decided to forge on in the interest of amusement esp. as they'd picked up some other random girls who were from NY. Outside in the street, I talked to some others of them including this one guy in a pink fcuk hat that was apparently his sisters. When we were deciding where to go, he was saying that he was cold and actually put his arm into my coat sleeve with my arm. He took it out again but then he did it again and Mac put his arm in my other sleeve. It was hilarious. They also suggested we have some sort of topless fight for dominance with the NY girls. We refrained naturally. Then outside, Mac challenged Mallory to thumb wrestle for the honor of being my best friend. In an epic battle worthy of a Homeric poem, he managed to take down Mallory. We entered a new bar and there was more thumb wrestling and muscle showing. Two of the boysies got kicked out after one of them put the other on his shoulders. The New York girls left at some point. I got Mac's number. Mallory's was taken down by approximately every guy listening. The groom showed us pictures of cats on his cell phone. He kissed MacD on the mouth and tried for mine but I turned my head so he made out with the side of my face for a bit. Then it was home to the beddy bye time.
In our absence our room had totally filled up. It was a little awk because the guy in the bed on top of mine was standing next to the bed and I was trying to drink my Diet Coke but I just didn't have anywhere to look that was like not staring at someone in the room. We managed to get into our beds. Then a little after we came in, we hear someone come in and go you're in our bed to the person/people in the bed next to mine. The Harvard couple had been sleeping there and when I glanced over, I only saw the one person so I figured that the guy was just laying flat so that I couldn't see him behind his gf. BUT NO! It was really some OTHER person in the bed. But as it turned out it was her bed after all and the Harvard kids had miscounted the beds which was fair enough cause they weren't numbered quite right.
NEXT: A Very Good Reason to Eat Breakfast