I woke up this
morning with a light headache and a burning question…what the hell am I still
doing waking up at 7:30am for school, its July and I am in Europe…get
fuc**d. In class today, we had the
usual; cougar askin’ questions and Doug fulfilling his prophecy…what else can I
say that makes everyone else in this class seem smarter than I. Congrats Doug, rep your city. Fortunately, the wolf-pack has Gabe who reps
us well.
Finally,
week one of class is over, Damien…you’re a smart guy, but I am glad to hear you
threw in the towel for lecturing, no homo but I’ll just think of you next time
I can’t fall asleep. Anyways, next
stop…Berryscourt castle, some strange art museum, and the Devere Scholar
memorial…boom. We first showed up to the
castle, and walked through the front door, stepped over the “murder hole” and
into the main room. For all of you who
just asked what is a murder hole, please close my blog, look in the mirror and
say “Hi, my name is Doug,” and proceed to gently slap yourself. For those of you who figured out that a
murder whole insinuates the place they drop shit down to the dungeon, like hot
oil and other torturous stuff, congrats, you made a Gabe-like conclusion; you
are now an honorary wolf pack member.
Sorry, I’m getting all off track, like the cougar lady. Of course, mid-castle tour, Trust Fall…who
blew it, Stephen…drops Aaron flat on his ass.
Sorry man. Next stop, the double
pooper. For all the Doug’s, it is a
2-hole toilet, set up for husband and wife to have their best conversations
together.
Leave
castle, get a drink from creepy tea and muffins dude, and head to an art
museum. Doug, what art museum? Unfortunately, Doug was preoccupied asking
Cougar questions, so I have no idea what the museum was called. Anyway, it was like any other art museum,
sucked a lot, pretty boring, perfect time for silly photos and trust
falls. Sorry Damien.
Next
stop, huge church in Cobh…the place where the Titanic set course for that
iceberg. We walked through the beautiful
church, which began to be built in 1858, and was finished in 1909. We then headed down to the water, where Aaron
attempted to wrap his arm around Damien in a group photo…bad call Aaron, big
Damien angry, he says “Don’t you dare…I have kids” What does that mean…not a clue. Next photo…picture this; a long-haired man
riding a cannon, similar to riding a bull.
Picture another guy at the back of the cannon with the cannon protruding
from his waist (wiener joke)…and the third guy with his mouth open at the head
of the cannon (wiener joke)…greatest photo ever…if you like dirty jokes…sorry
Mom, but it was hilarious…Zeke, you da man.
The Devere scholars proceeded to have their photo taken with the James
P. Devers plaque (with great reverence)…apparently this program is super
expensive and you are paying for it…sorry Zeke, but Devere is the man now.
After
a bus ride back, we cooked what we thought was our turkey…who bought the
turkey, not me, not Jay, not Aaron…shit, sorry mystery turkey buyer…we ate your
turkey. After eating, we stayed in like
old ladies and went to bed. Ireland, its
Friday night and we’re stayin in…that’s right, we play hard to get…respect.
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