TERRIBLEY LATE WITH BLOGGING. HERE IS A BUNCH OF ENTRIES ALL AT ONCE. SORRY FATEFUL READERS.
Dublin.
Trip 2.
Off to the home planet.
This trip was a lot more successful then the Norway disaster, thank god. We managed to get there with all the original people so it was automatically a giant improvement. Ha.
The cast of characters who went on this adventure to redhead land: my roommate J., our flat mate E, our good friend Abby, (whose 21st we celebrated in the ice bar) and our male companion N.
(Featured above, expect for my roomie J who never made it onto bus tour into country). (I will explain)
Getting to our flight this time around was not sweat and we managed to get there with time to spare (unlike Norway). Our trip went smoothly for the most part, but seeing as it is a Rebecca Copeland trip, chaos must happen.
In Dublin we did everything possible within our three day time limit.
1.) Ate various “irish foods”
a. Aka. Anything mushy involving large amounts of potatoes and meat.
2.) Drank huge pints of Guinness.
a. It’s like drinking a creamy beer milkshake.
b. A word to the wise about Guinness, Think of it as a meal. Don’t eat a meal and then attempt to drink 3 large Guinness pints. You will die, and your stomach will divorce itself from your body. I have the annulment papers as proof of such a feat.
3.) Went to the Guinness Factory
4.) Looked at the Jamison Factory, while drinking Jamison.
a. Ha.
5.) Pretended to have Irish accents.
6.) Watched Locals attempt to pick me up, thinking I was …a local.
a. Friends died laughing
7.) Took pictures of every red head we saw
8.) Went into the country and saw where p.s I love you was filmed, brave heart, and Excalibur
9.) Walked the entire city
10.) Saw lots of churchs.
11.) Went in lots of churchs.
12.) Ate in pubs.
13.) DID A BAR CRAWL.
a. Insert chaos here.
b. The Historic Irish Pub crawl.
i. A MUST AS A COLLEGE STUDENT STUDYING ABROAD AND VISTING IRELAND.
ii. Problems.:
1. J got insanely drunk, as she should, and started making out with a man who had a heavy Finnish accent, but claimed he was Irish. Ha.
2. N. Ran into friends of friends and interesting information came out about him via these friends of friends.
a. We were all appropriately shocked at his various indiscretions.
3. After hearing N’s shocking news, may have drank slightly too much and I got lost at the last club, and could not find friends until 2 hours later when club was closing.
a. Lol I would get lost.
4. E ran around trying to find me
5. A try to save J from herself.
6. BAHHHH
14 We now all can laugh about the various events that occurred that night. We spent the next day hung over on a bus ride through Ireland’s country side and eventually came to forgive each other. J however did not make it on bus tour, like Norway J manages to miss trips, even when she is on them. Girlfriend was still drunk in the morning and threatened each of us with death if we attempted to drag her onto a bus for the next 5 hours. We respectfully retreated and left her to snooze in the Hostel. The three remaining adventures all bonded over the free Coffee and cookies the poor tour guild offered us, and we nearly ate him in our hungover glee. Ohhh Ireland.
When we returned to the hostel there was a moment of stunned silence as we entered the room for we had prepared ourselves to greeting J and we had expected tears for missing the tour, feasting (due to the drunkness) or perhaps some of us expected to see the finnish man from last night, BUT TO OUR HORROR we returned to hostel to find that J had not moved. AT. ALL.
N. (being the boy) was instructed to check her pulse while the three of us held our breathe behind him craning to see. As N touched J's wrist she croaked out "waaaattterrr"
FRANTIC running around ensued. We gathered a small thanksgiving sized feast and then rehydrated our poor little southern friend.
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