DAY 4: Double U lost in Double IN

Walked into the square today, along the famous O'Connell Street. Put an "O" in front of anything and it's Irish. Travelled roughly 10 miles on foot today...saw everything twice because I am a ra'tard and can't read a map... I should have purchased a GPS. Although that's the best part about traveling solo- you're never late and you find the best places when you're lost.
"It's far better to journey than to arrive."
It started to rain pretty hard by the end of the day- too bad there aren't any pubs I can find shelter in...

Went to the Guiness Brewery... basically paid £15 for a pint (barley+hops+water=beer. duh.)... but met lovely Teresa, manager of the sky bar... she is Joan Rivers with orangecicle hair and raspberry lip liner... what a HOOT! Great 360 view of the city...

Wandered across the city to the oldest pub in Ireland- The Brazen Head. Nothing extra special... they're all a bit drafty with 60 year old barmen behind them, but cool none-the-less. You can only handle so much Guiness and Tina Turner's "Simply the Best."

Caught the early bird special at another Indian resaurant- 4 courses for £13. Granted the first and fourth courses are naan bread. Sat next to a young couple from San Luis Obispo who thought I was crazy for travelling alone. I told them to call me in a week when they wanted to kill eachother. Hopefully this early bird doesn't get "the" worm from all this curry. P.S. If you are ever "stopped up," eat Indian and slam a Guiness...

Found the shopping district- pretty generic, high end Louis, Chanel, Hermes... not MUCH style here... leggings, Uggs, long sweaters and scarves. Blah. Coming from the girl head to toe in black. The men dress well, though I'm afraid Italy will put them to shame.... my gay-dar will really be put to the test down there...

Went back to John Gogarty's and bellied up... Pretty sure I'm done with beer for awhile after this. It took 2 blokes 10 minutes to wager whether or not I was American.
"Where you from?"
"Montana."
"No shit! My wife is from St. Louis!"
"No shit? Where'd she go to school?"
"Incarnate Word."
"NO SHIT! What's her name?"
"Joanie McKeirnen."
"NO SHIT!?!?! We played eachother in basketball!!!"
"NO SHIT!?!?!?!"
Ok you get the point... short story long, we knew eachother back in the day and she has been playing in Europe professionally for 5 years AND played in Finland the year before me! We called her (she was in Cork for the weekend) and chatted for 10  minutes.... I've missed that STL accent! So she ordered her husband John and his buddy (who had a serious speech impediment) Brian- both cops- to show me a good time. And boy did they... another "garda" was having his retirement party in a castle. Yeah. In a castle. So we hopped in a cab and acted like wedding crashers for an hour or so, until we made a scene, and headed back into town to a pub called The Quays (keys) and made fun of stupid American girls.... grand time, hilarious fellows and appreciate all their "secrets" of travelling solo (watch your back at ATM's... haha, thanks John). They asked me if I was divorced and on my Independence Tour because they never see girls sitting alone at a pub, ever. I said, "No, I'm just a loser."

Best line of the night: "Women's basketball rosters are like men's penis'. They're lying about at least an inch and a half."

Holy shit the Irish can drink!!!! Hangover ensues...