Sunday, July 18, 2010

Ireland Has Many Erections…its Not Sexual…


Tuesday, the 13th

If you came to this post searching for our glorious redemption, I will put it out there, redemption was not had…WJ, Fenogs, and all of our fore-fathers, I deeply apologize.  Anyways, read on.  As we walked into class today, the photo of the entire group is nicely put on the screen, 3 seconds later, damnit Damien, why are you zooming in on the Devere Scholars?  O, cuz we were the only 3 making goofy faces…suck one Damien, we were just having a good time, and you’re killing our buzz.
            It wasn’t all that bad, as our lecture stumbled over his words for the next 2 hours trying to explain what every single tower, monument, and sculpture in Ireland was about…what I got out of it was there are a lot of stone works “erected” in Ireland in honor of Irish people (Haha, erected).  Let’s be real here, if Zeke sleeps through your lecture, you need to take a step back and figure your life out…the barometer of success weighs heavily on the judgment of Zeke Radik…and you sir have failed.
            In true Devere Scholar fashion, we farted around and honestly accomplished absolutely nothing between the hours of 2-4.  We did discover a new lunch spot down the road…sorry Panini Machini, sorry Fiona (server lady at Panini place who looks like Fiona from Shrek), but we have moved on…it was great while it lasted…but “sheeken and sheeeze paneenees” were getting old.  But I digress.
            We took power, power naps from 4:00-8:30, only to wake up and make some stir fry and finish dinner by 10.  Ireland,­ you are kicking our ass, were tired as hell.  Anyways, to top off Hotel for Dogs, we watched Lady in the Water, in which Paul Giamatti and some red head lady kinda sit around and don’t do anything…movie critics, if you liked it, you fall in the same category as the stuttering lecturer…you suck.
            Hey, lets get to be early tonight and get a good night sleep so we can actually have enough energy to go out tomorrow.  O wait, it wouldn’t be a night in Ireland if “the girls” didn’t come back banging down the walls in the middle of the night, with a heavy dose of social lubrication…in other words, more drunk than Gabe when he has conversations with the couch.  Anyway, first round, drunk people come back from the Washington Inn…which we have deemed lamest bar in Cork.  I’m pretty sure I lived in a bigger dorm room and there are more old men than the cardiac unit at the local hospital.  Anyway, to each his own, enjoy the same old bar you go to everynight, trying new things sucks anyways (sarcasm).
            Round 2, lets bring drunk Irish douchers back and have them be super loud…that was me kidding, but apparently the girlies thought this was a great idea.  He who laughs last laughs last…they got kicked out…suck it

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