Day 5 - Dublin - Hostel

Highlights:

Save of the day: French Condom Guy, depending on how you see it.
Drunk of the day: Eddie. See mashup artist.
Quote of the day (next morning): Eddie.
“Son of a bitch……son of a bitch……son of a bitch……son of a bitch”
Mashup artist of the day: Sam
Violent threat of the day: Arthur Guiness
The municipal government told him he was using too much of the city's water to make Guiness, so when they came to his factory, he went outside with a pickaxe, and said that he was ready to defend his factory "with force of arms!"


Journal Entry:

Sleeping and wheat:
I slept for only 3 hours that night. It wasn’t the brittish dudes who kept me up, but I just couldn’t sleep. It’s because of the lack of wheat. I’m not used to going to bed like that. I’m enjoying not eating wheat though, it’s good, and time.

Guiness factory:
We toured the guiness factory. Arthur guiness signed an OVER 9000 year lease in 1759 for the property. Actually, it’s exactly 9000 years...yes, he owns that motherbitchin land until the year 10759. We poured our own pints of guiness there from tap, and got to taste the roasted barley they use in brewing. Good deal too, 16 euro for the tour, which included guiness, which is 4-5 euro in all the pubs here anyway.




Obelisk and doobies:
On the edge of a huge park there was a giant obelisk that had an elevated rim. Obviously, we were compelled to climb up onto the rim, which extended all the way around. We walked around to the back of the obelisk on the rim, and found a group of Dublin kids about our age, drinking beer and smoking weed. Their accents were so thick as to be almost unintelligible, and I was standing in front, so I had to awkwardly keep asking them to repeat themselves as they drunkenly tried to make friends with us, even though we were speaking the same language. We caught less than half of what they were saying, but they were pretty friendly, and offered us their “doobie,” which was the only way they referred to it during our conversation.



Children code:
While watching two young children interact at a park, we decided that they were just poorly programmed at this age. It’s cool though, their code can re-write itself, it just takes some time to learn permanence through empathy.

Evening of absolute absurdity:
The three of us pregamed by killing a fifth of Bacardi while playing cheers governor with riley’s three female friends who had just arrived. I was quite drunk upon leaving. The two rounds we had at the pubs turned me into my alter-ego, whose face says: “the lights are on but nobody’s home (riley).” Bros know what I’m talking about. There was a quaint irish band at the pub, with a violin, piccolo, drums, and singer. I reportedly got super into the music and started “flailing wildly” in the crowded room, they had to calm me so I didn’t knock an irishman’s drink over and as a result get punched in the face or something.



I woke up in the morning, remembered the results of my drunkenness, was very unhappy, and then went back to sleep. Apparantly, I had begun to mumble the quote of the day as I fell back to sleep (riley sleeps right above me).

Dublin is awesome. Guiness is awesome. Guiness tastes better here. Irish stew is awesome. That huge metal spike is awesome.