In a no Lucozade situation, this is quite the feat.

Saturday, the 31^st

            I will be honest here, today fu*king sucked...it wasn’t a bad day, doesn’t matter that I only slept 2 hours…but today is the day we all leave.  I was even woken up by screaming girls around 8:30am…and wasn’t mad in the slightest (apparently Ali was though, karma my friend, karma).  But anyways, today, sad, but the show must go on.  The train is at noon thirty; it’s around 10, cab at 11:30.  Wake up Aaron….Aaron asks, “How did I go to sleep without my underwear but still wearing pants?”   Aaron, that’s something you need to figure out on your own…sounds like a very personal issue…sounds like some floories were involved (really, if you don’t get The Hangover reference, you suck so much).  Aaron, with all sincerity, you were still drunk at 10am this morning…this is how I know you are a champion.

            With a heartfelt goodbye to everyone, we crammed into a cab…literally.  (Side note, everyone I met at UCC turned out to be awesome…except a select few, you know who you are) Back to business, Aaron sat in the front seat pinned between the seat and the dash with a giant suitcase.  The backseat had three backpacks and three suitcases, with 3 more in the trunk.  You ask yourself…why are there so many bags…the wolf pack travels light…hold up, we forgot about Bags.  Jay…bag + backpack (1 bag total).  Stephen…bag + backpack (2 bags total).  Aaron…2 bags + backpack (4 bags total).  Bags (Ashley)…16 bags (20 bags total).  This is why our tiny ass cab was so crammed…but Bags hooked us up with a hotel room, clutch move, much appreciated.

            Its noon thirty and we board the train…Aaron has consumed absolutely nothing today; Jay goes for the Triple Threat sandwich…so much meat he says.  As you may notice, the wolf pack is struggling a bit.  With all his might, he kept his composure…I won’t lie folks, I was hurtin’ too, but I didn’t wanna mention it.  Anyway, cab + train + bus + walk + shuttle = hotel…all in the course of 5 hours.  In a no Lucozade situation, this is quite the feat.

            We rested up and headed out on the town in Dublin…nice place…what’s up rain…and Gabe.  We hop into La Pizza for dinner…sucked La Dick, it was awful.  Whatever, we took pictures with the Kramer statue look-a-like, the Stiffy thing (Ireland, your monument is really a giant metal toothpick…sorry but that’s super lame…explains a lot).  Post dinner, we headed to the Temple Bar area.  Pretty cool, but honestly, it’s no Cork.  The bar scene was a bunch of tourists, not super friendly, and the beer cost more…horsesh*t if you ask me…nobody asked me though.  After 2 drinks we called it a night, searched for a frickin hour for the bus, went back and crashed…and my shaver worked…see ya Bear Grylls beard.