I really, really like it here.
Dublin is small and rainey. It is super easy to walk around in circles for an hour trying to decide what pub to have a pint in. And then end up in the first one you considered.
However drunk you thought the Irish were, multiple that times three. I can, in fact, survive on only beer, water and the pathetic excuse of a meal that my hostle serves under the guise of “breakfast”. Despite my food intake being all most 100 percent carbs, I do believe I will quickly lose the couple pounds all that delicious French food had packed on my ass.
I “look quite Irish” (it is better if you say that with a very thick Irish accent.)
And, basically, in every sense of each word, I STILL EFFING GOT IT. Know what I mean?
ps. fax is the new email and I am only using disposable cameras from this point on. way cooler that way.
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