This past weekend me and a bunch of friends went to Dublin. Halloween weekend it seeemed about right. Prague set the bar high, and Dublin definitely lived up to it.
*So for our flight we had to be up at 2:45 in the morning. Naturally the only logical thing to do is stay up all night then. We tried to make excuses like "oh it's Game 7 of the World Series, we gotta watch it," but do you really think we watched a single pitch?
*My trip to Dublin actually was almost over before it began. In a move of complete stupidity I forgot to put money on my Oyster Card. Completely lucked out that my roommate Drew had two of them, otherwise this post would be about shit I did in London all weekend.
*First two places we went to in Dublin were the Jameson and Guinness factories...sure my mom would love to hear that even the tourist stuff I'm doing is drinking related.
*After being up for about 34 hours straight, first thing I did when we got to our hostel was pass out. This was the first time I stayed in a hostel, let's just chalk it up as an "interesting" experience. So I fell asleep and woke up to a bunch of girls with really broken English. After deeming them not to be psycho axe murderers, I went down to meet the girls I'd be sharing the room with. All of them, so fucking weird. One from Slovenia, one from Slovakia, two from Spain. I quickly see this turning into a bad EuroTrip esque scene. To be continued...
*So our plan for the night was to wear our baller Halloween costumes and do a pub crawl through Dublin. We started out according to plan at Probably the Smallest Pub in the World. No seriously, that was the name of the place. Definitely lived up to the billing, I could hit my head on the ceiling. But the second place we went to wouldn't let us in because they thought my and my two roommates were a bachelor party, and we weren't dressed appropriately. It's the Saturday before Halloween in Dublin, C'MON MAN.
*After having our pub crawl route fall apart, we just started walking into any bar we saw. As a result two things happened: 1) we ended up crashing a 40th birthday party. Gotta love cougars. And 2) I met a very distant cousin. Down the line all McCormick's and McCormack's are related, thanks Ellis Island for dividing us. So that makes us something like 8th cousins probably.
*Our costume was the Harlem Globtrotters, pretty solid. When we wore them out Friday night in London everyone got it, can't say the same for Dublin. People kept coming up to us asking if we were the most random shit. Professional soccer players from Liverpool, guys from a commercial that only people in Dublin know?
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*Part two of the hostel room story. So I get back to the room late and crash, only to be woken up an hour later. Some girl is shaking me asking if I'm Matt. I say yes and she tells me that I'm in the wrong bed. She asks if I can move over to the empty bed a couple feet away. Ok honey, so you wake me up at 4 in the morning to ask if you can have the bed I've been sleeping in as opposed to a completely clean one? Good logic...then the weird girls come barging in at 5 in the morning and cause all havoc. Turning lights on and yelling with their annoying broken English. I'd say I'm staying away from hostels in the future, but I'm staying in one this weekend too.
In all seriousness though Dublin was a great time. It's more or less Boston with smaller buildings, definitely the best way I've heard to describe it. After this next weekend though, nothing's going to compare. Switzerland here we come!
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