Hi everyone! So we are in Dublin and it's out of control! The Irish can really put beer away! We took a train from London to Holyhead in England, then a ferry to Dublin. I cannot tell you how awesome it was to smell the ocean air and hear seagulls. It's crazy how easy it is to take the beach for granted, especially when you live 100 feet from it! The ferry ride was super smooth and we were able to navigate our way to our Bed & Breakfast (called The Parkway House) fairly easily. It was so rad: 3 different Irish people came up to us and asked if we needed help. I know how touristy you look when you're holding a map and lugging a huge suitcase in the rain, but I loved that we didn't even have to ask! I definitely will remember this when I get back home and see someone on the street asking where Balboa Pier is!
That same night, we went to Temple Bar to meet up with our Aussie friends. Temple bar is an area that is highly condensed with pubs and clubs. Our first pint was Guinness, obviously. Sooo good. Now I remember why I came home so fat from England...I drank that shit like it was going out of style. It gets you so drunk though. We watched an Irish band play while we drank and met locals. Dude, people get sooo pissed. Even the adult women have their arms around eachother, swaying their pints above their heads, singing along to the songs. So awesome.
After the pub, we went to this club called Purty Kitchen. We had a blast! We drank more and danced all night long. The guys our here LOVE O.C. girls cuz of the t.v. shows like The O.C., Laguna Beach, and Newport Harbor. When I tell them I actually went to Harbor, they trip out. They ask if we know the cast members as if there are 17 people that live in Orange County and we all know eachother. They love our accents and do hilarious impressions of us, making us sound like rednecks. Fuckin George Bush.
The next day, hurting from the consumption of 57 pints and 29 shots, we went to the Guinness Store House. Yay! More booze! The factory is really cool and they hook you up with free beer when you go. It's everywhere. Lovin' the black magic potion. This chick taught us how to properly pour a pint of the goodness, and we taught her how to properly down it.
Later that day, we went on a hop-on/hop-off tour of the city. It's a lot more industrialized than I pictured it, but that doesn't really matter when all you really want to see is the inside of the pubs! That night we went to ANOTHER pub to watch the Ireland v Brazil football (soccer) match. Dude, these people take their football seriously! Paint all over their bodies, head to toe green, white, and orange. Shouts, songs, chants. Pints and more pints. It was so awesome to see the camraderie! Needless to say, Brazil won and the Irish (and a few Americans and Australians) went out to get pissed at another pub and a club.
Why did God create beer? To keep the Irish from ruling the world. So true. I have a lot of Irish blood in me, but it's hard to keep up with these people. They drink A LOT, and while we can appreciate that, we are tired of drinking.
I love Ireland (even though you can only understand every third word the Irish say) but I want to get back to London. I feel this pull to be there a little longer. Cash is depleting, liver is barely thriving, it's time to do laundry, and I am the happiest girl alive.
xoxox
