Holy hangover Harry, the Irish police force knows how to party. Damn you Irish detectives, damn you. Definitely slept in today. And could’ve slept all day, but realized I was in Dublin, not Butte, so I put on my get-your-shit-together pants, one leg at a time and drug myself out the door. Fresh air helps. Found an old church with a huge pipe organ, statues and stained glass windows- the whole shebang- that has been restored and made into a bar/restaurant/night club called The Church. Catchy eh? I don’t find deals. Deals find me: a bowl of soup, fresh bread, a chicken wrap and tea all for 10 euros. Delish!
After I got a little life in me, I decided to take a bus tour to see if there was anything I missed yesterday. Turns out there’s a zoo in the “Biggest park in Europe,” rawrrr. Stopped off at the Irish Museum of Modern Art. These people are fecked ep. All you have to do is fill a pair of panty hose with cement, tie them in a knot so they look falic, and name it “A Rabbit’s Dream to Grow Fangs and Fly.” Total shit, in my opinion. Creepy, icky, weird “art.” And as an artist, I’m offended.
Back on the chilly double decker to see more cathedrals… St. Pat’s Church, St. John’s Church, Grace’s Church, Will’s Church, Jack and Karen’s Church (now that would be fun)…. and off to Kilmainham Prison. It’s the only empty prison in all of Europe- very cold and dreary. It was easy to ignore the artic temperatures because my tour guide was a DREAM BOAT. Black hair, freckles, dimples and kelly green peepers that kept winking at me… made me want to commit a crime…
Jumped off at Capel Street to fill my belly with another early bird special- this time Chinese. Suuuuper random box of Kleenex in the middle of the table, with one of those fabric box covers… looked like lace curtains that were made into a wedding dress that got recycled into Chaun’s House décor. You know a Chinese restaurant is safe when it’s full of Chinese people. Spring rolls and noodles with squid, crab legs and jumbo prawns… hello yum? This is 10 euros calling…
I had about 5 pots of tea today… rehydration is key.
Off to London town in the marning! 7 cappuccinos and 18 beers later, I bid lovely Ireland adieu… leaving behind a spoonful of dignity and pinch of charm. Ok, there are 8 old French toads staring at me… is that weird that they all come and rent a room in a hostel together? It ain’t a bachelor party… go to Amsterdam where that shit’s legal.
Whit, you are such a good writer... and you're grounded... right after Lisbon.
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Oh BTW, I would have laughed my ass off at all of your incredible whit and charm over these last days, but old housemoms don't have asses, we have have a 'hiney' ... so now that that it is gone, I sit here hiney-less and happy.
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