Becoming Irish?

Since according to the tour today, 90% of Irish Social Life is in the pubs, rofl.

I have told the tale of Copper Jacks and my rescue by George. Last night we went out AGAIN to a place called Flannery's. MUCH BETTER. So, so terribly fun. We had a spot of us up between the bar and the bathrooms which was basically perfect and it was hilarious (but different!) music once again and another fun group of people.

But the point of the matter is that with all the girls running around with massive exposed cleavage and short skirts which I CANNOT DO YET AS IT IS COLD, you would think they would be the ones with this problem more so than me.

Within a minute of walking in as we're making our way to the back where our people are, I'm being grabbed. I was following George through the sea of people and thus can pull away quickly and be FREE of that one. No big deal but holy shit I'd been in there for less than a minute?!

Then at the bar as I'm just trying to ask a question, some guys attempt to buy me a shot. I go "UH, NO. LIQUOR=BAD. But thanks, I'm flattered?" So then I went back to George because it was initially his question.

Then a guy decides to dance with me! He was spinning and spinning me and that one was jsut fun. No rescue or escape actually needed. He amused me.

Thennnn...got chatted by a few guys while up buying a pint. Went back to my "group of lunatics," as the called them, which included George and was only a few feet away.

And then in the end of the night out, I had another persistent one who claimed to be my "biggest fan" and was STILL not so bad as the one at Copper Jacks, but clingy and drunk all the same.

And guess how I got free.

George was making his way towards the door. Excuse to bolt!

So even though this time he did not have to step in, he has indirectly been the cause of my rescue from even unwanted attention.

Except for one.

The shower curtain.

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Okay story number two. (@_@) So last night was a night of much drunken revelry. FRIDAY NIGHT, HOORAY! We were initially staying in, so I drank a cider before we left. Then we weren't! So I had two pints at the pub. Then we were going to bed so we came back. then we weren't! So I ended up in another apartment with people talking and drinking straight from a bottle of wine until 5 am. At which point my eyes crossed and I went "Sleep. Now."

THIS MORNING, I woke up at 10. The alarm on my phone is horrifically annoying. I took a shower. I got dressed. I went up to the college for a tour with Oana. I was still vaguely intoxicated. For the first hour of the tour, this was the status quo. Vaguely intoxicated. byt the second hour that had faded to "HUNGOVER, OH GOD GIVE ME FOOD NOW PLEASE STOP THE TORTURE OF WALKING PAST ALL THESE SMELLS."

The third hour and the end of the tour, was in a pub. It was all postgrads, again. I got fish and chips and oh it hit the spot but I am morally obliged to drink a pint in a pub with a meal. OBLIGED. So I had a Guinness. Before I finished eating, it was the hardest beer I've ever tried to get down. After, it was a piece of cake.

And after it was downed, I returned to tipsy.

So that wore off a little while after we got back (having stopped for groceries on the way) and I stumbled to my room to sleep because I NEEDED SLEEP.

And I think I feel normal for the first time all day.

The door knocking to start back up should begin shortly.

Yes, I know. My liver hates me.

Guinness brewery tomorrow! Whoop!

Becoming Irish?

Since according to the tour today, 90% of Irish Social Life is in the pubs, rofl.

I have told the tale of Copper Jacks and my rescue by George. Last night we went out AGAIN to a place called Flannery's. MUCH BETTER. So, so terribly fun. We had a spot of us up between the bar and the bathrooms which was basically perfect and it was hilarious (but different!) music once again and another fun group of people.

But the point of the matter is that with all the girls running around with massive exposed cleavage and short skirts which I CANNOT DO YET AS IT IS COLD, you would think they would be the ones with this problem more so than me.

Within a minute of walking in as we're making our way to the back where our people are, I'm being grabbed. I was following George through the sea of people and thus can pull away quickly and be FREE of that one. No big deal but holy shit I'd been in there for less than a minute?!

Then at the bar as I'm just trying to ask a question, some guys attempt to buy me a shot. I go "UH, NO. LIQUOR=BAD. But thanks, I'm flattered?" So then I went back to George because it was initially his question.

Then a guy decides to dance with me! He was spinning and spinning me and that one was jsut fun. No rescue or escape actually needed. He amused me.

Thennnn...got chatted by a few guys while up buying a pint. Went back to my "group of lunatics," as the called them, which included George and was only a few feet away.

And then in the end of the night out, I had another persistent one who claimed to be my "biggest fan" and was STILL not so bad as the one at Copper Jacks, but clingy and drunk all the same.

And guess how I got free.

George was making his way towards the door. Excuse to bolt!

So even though this time he did not have to step in, he has indirectly been the cause of my rescue from even unwanted attention.

Except for one.

The shower curtain.

---

Okay story number two. (@_@) So last night was a night of much drunken revelry. FRIDAY NIGHT, HOORAY! We were initially staying in, so I drank a cider before we left. Then we weren't! So I had two pints at the pub. Then we were going to bed so we came back. then we weren't! So I ended up in another apartment with people talking and drinking straight from a bottle of wine until 5 am. At which point my eyes crossed and I went "Sleep. Now."

THIS MORNING, I woke up at 10. The alarm on my phone is horrifically annoying. I took a shower. I got dressed. I went up to the college for a tour with Oana. I was still vaguely intoxicated. For the first hour of the tour, this was the status quo. Vaguely intoxicated. byt the second hour that had faded to "HUNGOVER, OH GOD GIVE ME FOOD NOW PLEASE STOP THE TORTURE OF WALKING PAST ALL THESE SMELLS."

The third hour and the end of the tour, was in a pub. It was all postgrads, again. I got fish and chips and oh it hit the spot but I am morally obliged to drink a pint in a pub with a meal. OBLIGED. So I had a Guinness. Before I finished eating, it was the hardest beer I've ever tried to get down. After, it was a piece of cake.

And after it was downed, I returned to tipsy.

So that wore off a little while after we got back (having stopped for groceries on the way) and I stumbled to my room to sleep because I NEEDED SLEEP.

And I think I feel normal for the first time all day.

The door knocking to start back up should begin shortly.

Yes, I know. My liver hates me.

Guinness brewery tomorrow! Whoop!