Books and Beer

I got up at 5 in the morning to make my bus, and I made it, and it took me 4 hours to get to Dublin, but it's been so worth it.

I saw the Book of Kells. The art geek in me is so happy right now. I'm slowly whittling away at the masterworks!

My one big problem though, is that I don't drink, and since everything closes around 5 in the evening I need to keep myself occupied in a manner that does not include alcohol (as that usually ends up with me in a corner asleep or throwing up somewhere. No bueno).

I'm thinking of taking the camera and notebook to St. Paints Cathedral (the original!!) and letting the creativity flow. We shall see though, its not like I have an itinerary.

The feet, they hurt

Wait... I missed Heroes?

*consoles self with the fact that I am in Dublin*

Every time I get caught up on a show I fall behind again.

I still don't think I'm making much sense. The tea store was closed so instead of restoring my brain cells with tea (sweet ambrosia of life... is my English showing?)I am sitting in an internet cafe letting my feet rest.

I did go to St Pat's and let them rest there, but my brain ended up being a bit horrified by the Irish family who had brought their kids out to play and the words that the kids were saying. Children below the age of 12 shouldn't be popping out with words like "fucker" and "dildo" and "bastard" and I'm pretty sure I didn't mishear when the mom kept instigating her kids to say "dildo" over and over again. I was hoping I misheard, but the more they said it, the more sure I was that I was hearing it correctly. Shoot, I'm 25 and many a time that I cuss I expect my mother to miraculously appear before me and smack me. Also, they're playing on the lawn of a vey old, venerable CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL and saying stuff like that. God is frowning right now, I tell you. FROWNING!

I need food, and and I'm here by myself, so I'm thinking I'm just gonna find a seat at a bar (shouldn't be too difficult in an area called Temple Bar) and get myself some food and Guiness. I really don't want the Guiness, but I feel that at least one night, in Dublin, I should be a team player, bite the bullet and just drink the damn thing. Of course, first I need to get up and my feet aren't liking that idea.

On the plus side, instead of a 10 person room at the Hostel, they stuck me in a 6 person room for the same price and from the looks of some of the pajamas on the bed, i will not be the only girl in there. Unless there's a really feminine guy out there that likes pink and fluffy.