March 17th, 2005

ST. PATRICK'S DAY 2005

So we made it to Dublin, checked into our hotel and decided to hit the hotel bar for some good-night-Guinness.

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Drunk on Guinness in a pub in Dublin. Still St. Paddy's. The most fun I have ever had.

-LL-

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The Scientist comes on. I miss my girls from home.

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"We're in Ireland, this is crazy!" - Kelly

"We're not in Ireland, we're in heaven" - Sam Roden

THE BEST MUSIC EVER.

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Most amazing St. Paddy's Day of my life - and I am not going to pretend it was anything but.

I love Ireland. I miss home. I'm sick, SO sick of Europeans, foreigners, essentially, asking me my political agenda. Still, BEST ST. PADDY'S OF MY LIFE ... Which is why I'm here alone at the bar.

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"In the Cathedrals of New York and Rome there is a feeling that you should just go home and spend a lifetime finding out just where that is." - Jump, Little Children

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We have had the most ridiculous time. We came to our hotel bar last night ... for a good-night-Guinness. Our bartender was amazing.

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ANOTHER PUB. ANOTHER PINT.

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So our bartender last night was awesome. I knew I loved Ireland when we came to the bar, Sammy and I asked what of shots he was making. He made two extra and slid them in our direction. That's when I knew. I knew I would love it here. And I do.

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Some guy at the bar asked me if I kept a daily journal. He's an English teacher. I told him that I liked English. He said, "It's fairly obvious."

Love it here.

They had a nice long talk about my ipod. Bartender/English teacher. Just by existing, it is so very easy to effect other people.

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Best St. Paddy's Day Ever.

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We went to the Dublin Parade. We bought trinkets. We had Shamrocks painted on our cheeks. It smells of shellfish in this bar. I am all alone and I don't feel the least bit lonely.

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Oh I like this bartender SO MUCH. Same one from last night. He makes me love the Irish. And somehow, he makes me miss New York.

At times I really do wonder - what - what - I forgot what I wondered.

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Shelley and Byron Museum. Old man at the bar next to me. Go there.

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WHAT AM I GOING HOME TO?

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We went on a pub crawl today. First the parade then a few pints at a Pub. Then another pub. Then a bus. Then another pub. With live music.

2nd Guinness - All free.

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Bartender thinks Volvos are the way to the future. U2 playing. Older gentleman, English teacher. I think he's brilliant.

Galway. Between Dublin and NY.

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10 Guinness' today.

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Bed time. Enjoyed my evening with the barmen.

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For Granny:

Hello - Dia Dhuit

Good-Bye - Sian

Good - Maith (pronounced my)

To drink - Agol

Drunk - ar meisce (er meshke)

Tempo Bar. Liffey.

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So that was my Irish St. Patty's Day. My journal entries for the day are just a lot of drunken scribble, including entries from both Kate and Kel, neither of which I could really make out. They were both pretty much about the beauty of Ireland and how much we all loved each other. We didn't even see the beautiful parts of Ireland until after that day of crazy drinking, but man did we have a blast.