So yeah that place is green...
Ireland was amazing.
Flying in to Dublin, it looked like a green quilt. Beautiful. It didn't stop raining the entire time (annoying, but a nice change from out drought here in CA), there were sheep everywhere, and even I got served alcohol XD So odd being back home where there is this light in the sky, and I can't walk into a bar and get a Guiness, and I don't share my bed with someone (well not every night at least.)
Boy and i took care of ourselves (well, eachother) and survived on our own (no parental interferance, feeding ourselves, figuring out transpportation) for 26 days, and we didn't die!
Oh, and hardly anything was planned ahead, aside from a few diff hostels in the begining.
So we flew into Dublin where we spent 3 nights in an ACCTUAL hotel, paid for by his mother for his 18th birthday. We disliked this city greatly. But on his birthday I got drunk for the first time. Chugged 2 pints of Guiness on a row (FUCK THAT WAS FOUL. Its so thick and bitter DX) then one more pint of something lighter. Carlsberg I believe it was. IDK I was really dizzy and things were blurry and numb and I couldn't walk of stop giggling. Things were spinning and farther to the right that I thought, too (don't ask.) Apparently, as Boy claims, I am too logical to get properly drunk. There were no feelings of elation, merely confusion followed by MAJOR nausea (yet no vomit! Yay!). Due to the cold shower forced by Boy, no hangover. I was pleased. Also: he is brilliantly amusing when drunk.
We left Dublin, and I couldn't be around beer without feeling sick, and caught a bus to a little town, when the real adventure started. Walking kilometers to find a hostel with openings, and eating nothing but bread. There were many odd fellow hostelers in the dorms with us, A LOT of walking, sometimes in the dark at night with no sidewalk on busy roadways (where the game Red Light Green Light Extreme was created), a bit of alcohol, and midnight snacking on various foods dipped in nutella. I don't know what else to say, so I guess I shall point out a few of the most memorable moments...? Then toss up a few images?
After a lot of nights in pubs, I finally found something I could drink (and learned that 2 shots of whisky makes me wobble). So Boy had been drinking Coke and Whisky, which I complained tasted horrible, like cherry cough syrup, because Coke is just so thick and sweet. i don't know if anyone knows Jolt Cola, which I prefer. It has twice the sugar and caffeine, but a less harsh taste. So I got that and diluted the gross alcoholness with that. Viola. No more cherry cough medicine. Just alcohol, sugar, AND caffine! XD Tasty. Chug a few of those and try to walk back to the hostel... but I think my mom is acctually bit proud of that is sounds. lol my family.
*Redbull and Vodka. I'm gonna do it, Gabe. I swear I will one day. Although I'm a bit scared to. I know its the only thing thats ever gotten my 6ft 3 bf piss drunk and wasted off his ass. And I'm tiny. It doesn't take much for me.
Mkay... what now? I know. The Mystery of Seamus. Seamus was the first 'friend' was made on this trip. The first room mate that wasn't fucking mad. Or seeping a foul stench into the room. He was an Australian college guy backpacking across as many countries as possible. Funny, sweet, down to earth, and no more mature that us. He invited us to a comedy night at the pub next door. This tiny independant 1 euro show. We accepted and went along, having a few beers and talking about everything under the sun. From US politics to how easily either of us could get laid in Australia. The show, as it wasnt american humor, was fucking hilarious. Improv, harrassing the tiny crowd. he took off a bit early, mentioning meeting up with a 'female friend.' To not much surpise, we woke up the next moring to see his bed untouched. Off to breakfast we went. Less than an hour later, we were back in the room to see that all of his belonging were gone, except for a few scattered things (a belt, a padlock, a bit of trash, etc.) WTF?
We took a Jaunting car to a castle! True story. (a jaunting car is a traditional little carriage pulled by a pretty horsie! :D)
Boy not only CAN cook, but he ENJOYS it! We ended up making cookies in a hostel kitchen just to be assholes and make the whole place smell delicious XD it was fun. we ate a lot of cookies that night though...
One night in another tiny town hostel, we met some mid-twenty yr olds from Holland. We ate dinner with them in the little rat-infested place, and ended up sitting and talking for 4 hours and 3 bottles of wine. Those nights were always fun :)
Kissing the Blarney stone makes you feel like you are gonna die.
I dont like planes. 10 1/2 hours. Fuck I was terrified.
Kylemore Abbey, Connemara. A 2 mile walk out of town playing red light green light extreme. Worth it. Gorgeous.
St Finbarre's Cathedral, Cork. That yellow bit in the middle? Solid gold angel statue.
Blarney Castle, the Boy kissing the stone. FUCKING scary. DNW tall castles + falling. The balding guy is a professional person holder XD
LMFAO camera whoreing on a bus... I told him to smile XD (wish i could rotate this!)
The 12th century 'Hore Abbey' (lulz) in Cashel. And my Irishman perched atop. What is it with guys and having to climb everything?
A casual stroll with Mili, the hostel's dog. Note Rock of Cashel in the background. :)
Mkay I'm sleepy, enough with this for now... more per request.
Flying in to Dublin, it looked like a green quilt. Beautiful. It didn't stop raining the entire time (annoying, but a nice change from out drought here in CA), there were sheep everywhere, and even I got served alcohol XD So odd being back home where there is this light in the sky, and I can't walk into a bar and get a Guiness, and I don't share my bed with someone (well not every night at least.)
Boy and i took care of ourselves (well, eachother) and survived on our own (no parental interferance, feeding ourselves, figuring out transpportation) for 26 days, and we didn't die!
Oh, and hardly anything was planned ahead, aside from a few diff hostels in the begining.
So we flew into Dublin where we spent 3 nights in an ACCTUAL hotel, paid for by his mother for his 18th birthday. We disliked this city greatly. But on his birthday I got drunk for the first time. Chugged 2 pints of Guiness on a row (FUCK THAT WAS FOUL. Its so thick and bitter DX) then one more pint of something lighter. Carlsberg I believe it was. IDK I was really dizzy and things were blurry and numb and I couldn't walk of stop giggling. Things were spinning and farther to the right that I thought, too (don't ask.) Apparently, as Boy claims, I am too logical to get properly drunk. There were no feelings of elation, merely confusion followed by MAJOR nausea (yet no vomit! Yay!). Due to the cold shower forced by Boy, no hangover. I was pleased. Also: he is brilliantly amusing when drunk.
We left Dublin, and I couldn't be around beer without feeling sick, and caught a bus to a little town, when the real adventure started. Walking kilometers to find a hostel with openings, and eating nothing but bread. There were many odd fellow hostelers in the dorms with us, A LOT of walking, sometimes in the dark at night with no sidewalk on busy roadways (where the game Red Light Green Light Extreme was created), a bit of alcohol, and midnight snacking on various foods dipped in nutella. I don't know what else to say, so I guess I shall point out a few of the most memorable moments...? Then toss up a few images?
After a lot of nights in pubs, I finally found something I could drink (and learned that 2 shots of whisky makes me wobble). So Boy had been drinking Coke and Whisky, which I complained tasted horrible, like cherry cough syrup, because Coke is just so thick and sweet. i don't know if anyone knows Jolt Cola, which I prefer. It has twice the sugar and caffeine, but a less harsh taste. So I got that and diluted the gross alcoholness with that. Viola. No more cherry cough medicine. Just alcohol, sugar, AND caffine! XD Tasty. Chug a few of those and try to walk back to the hostel... but I think my mom is acctually bit proud of that is sounds. lol my family.
*Redbull and Vodka. I'm gonna do it, Gabe. I swear I will one day. Although I'm a bit scared to. I know its the only thing thats ever gotten my 6ft 3 bf piss drunk and wasted off his ass. And I'm tiny. It doesn't take much for me.
Mkay... what now? I know. The Mystery of Seamus. Seamus was the first 'friend' was made on this trip. The first room mate that wasn't fucking mad. Or seeping a foul stench into the room. He was an Australian college guy backpacking across as many countries as possible. Funny, sweet, down to earth, and no more mature that us. He invited us to a comedy night at the pub next door. This tiny independant 1 euro show. We accepted and went along, having a few beers and talking about everything under the sun. From US politics to how easily either of us could get laid in Australia. The show, as it wasnt american humor, was fucking hilarious. Improv, harrassing the tiny crowd. he took off a bit early, mentioning meeting up with a 'female friend.' To not much surpise, we woke up the next moring to see his bed untouched. Off to breakfast we went. Less than an hour later, we were back in the room to see that all of his belonging were gone, except for a few scattered things (a belt, a padlock, a bit of trash, etc.) WTF?
We took a Jaunting car to a castle! True story. (a jaunting car is a traditional little carriage pulled by a pretty horsie! :D)
Boy not only CAN cook, but he ENJOYS it! We ended up making cookies in a hostel kitchen just to be assholes and make the whole place smell delicious XD it was fun. we ate a lot of cookies that night though...
One night in another tiny town hostel, we met some mid-twenty yr olds from Holland. We ate dinner with them in the little rat-infested place, and ended up sitting and talking for 4 hours and 3 bottles of wine. Those nights were always fun :)
Kissing the Blarney stone makes you feel like you are gonna die.
I dont like planes. 10 1/2 hours. Fuck I was terrified.
Kylemore Abbey, Connemara. A 2 mile walk out of town playing red light green light extreme. Worth it. Gorgeous.
St Finbarre's Cathedral, Cork. That yellow bit in the middle? Solid gold angel statue.
Blarney Castle, the Boy kissing the stone. FUCKING scary. DNW tall castles + falling. The balding guy is a professional person holder XD
LMFAO camera whoreing on a bus... I told him to smile XD (wish i could rotate this!)
The 12th century 'Hore Abbey' (lulz) in Cashel. And my Irishman perched atop. What is it with guys and having to climb everything?
A casual stroll with Mili, the hostel's dog. Note Rock of Cashel in the background. :)
Mkay I'm sleepy, enough with this for now... more per request.