Tuesday, the 27th
Ladies,
despite what your motives are, I did not wake up this morning and go to lecture
just to sit and drool all over Liam and his shag carpet chest. Aaron rode solo to class today, so I figured
I better not let him get bored in class…so of course, I showed up, and in
stride with the last 3 weeks…we titled our papers with “English Seminar 7” and
wrote absolutely nothing below it…see Liam, that’s how much important stuff you
say (see what I did there?).
We
got back around 1:30…O good morning Jay-bird, nice of you to get up! With all due respect, Jay was up doing
dishes. And it is 99% likely, that like
every other morning, we were doing the dishes of every other person in the
apartment…housemates, if you read this, don’t lie. After doing the mountain of dishes, we hopped
on the bus and headed to the train station…Diana, you are in charge this time,
we are not gonna miss any busses or trains, I will stay away from the time
table. Amelia and Liz accompanied as
well, gotta have the Iowa constituents…represent?
Ok,
so by definition of alcoholic, you may think we are perfect candidates…as our
next stop was the Jameson factory. Sorry
for partying, but this place seems legit.
There was an hour long tour that explained the entire whiskey making
process, and now I see why American Whiskey tastes like absolute garbage…yet I
still drink it, hmmm. Well apparently I
am not the only one who knows we have an affinity for consumption, as the tour
guide picked Jay and me to taste test American, Scotch, and Irish whiskey. This sounds pretty cool, Jay and I agree that
a picture of this would be nice…and so did the dumb*ss Spaniard lady who hopped
into every one of my frickin’ photos…and I have to live with these people for 4
months…o boy.
After
3 free shots and a free mixed drink, the Jameson people push you into the gift
shop…I see what you are doing here…I fell for it too…but, I spent under 6
Euros…so not too tricky of you, shoulda given me more…damnit, you got me
Jameson. We then headed back to the bus
station, and in a starved state, we scoured for a quick food stop. Remember last Saturday when I mentioned the
15 cent pizza, well this time, 4-star has a 2 for 1 pizza. Amelia, that means one of the pizzas is free,
like you don’t have to pay anything. But
Amelia doesn’t want 4-star pizza…maybe Amelia doesn’t have to come to the
factory next time (inside joke, kind of).
Anyway, back on the bus, off to Panda Mama, the Chinese restaurant we
have dreamed of for 2 weeks…o what’s up 18 dollar entrees, see ya later. We bounced…to another Chinese place, with
authentic Irish waitresses…this was worse than the Frenchy at the Irish fort,
but you know me, food is food.
Straight
from this new place, we went to An Brog.
It’s Tuesday night, you know what’s up…Bingo. It wouldn’t be a night if the UCC scholars
didn’t dominate the boards. In the same
order, Jay wins 30 euro, Stephen wins 15, and Dan the Man wins 15. Nothing new folks, we do this weekly. In total, the three of us have pocketed 120 Euros
in 2 nights, watch out Vegas. Pints are
cheap here too, can’t beat free money and cheap pints. Mick V, you do us right. An Brog busted into a dance floor again, and
I obliged. At 2am, I went with a
character from a little story by John Mellencamp to Abrakebabra…Irish kebab
place…is it cuz I’m drunk or is it cuz that this late night fast food place is
good that I think this kebab tastes alright.
My drunchy partner kindly wiped off the gallon of grease that unknowingly
dripped down my arm, while some crazy drunk lady chastised me for wearing
shorts. Back up lady, we will fight you,
or at least Diane will. Luckily, we
didn’t scrap this dragon, and walked back to the apartments around 3, yet it
was not until 4:30 that I went to sleep…frat, duh.
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