Singeing In The Rain

No, folks. That is no typo.

Today we went on a day trip with class to the Aran Islands. More specifically, we went to Innish Mein, the least touristy, and therefore the most boring. But I digress.

We took a two story, red bus and we were a bit too excited about doing so.


At the port an hour away, I of course saw Kelly in the distance smoking probably her third ciggie of the day and Tricia waving at me creepily. They'd planned their own day trip to The Aran Islands and all the boats leave from the same port. Their ferry was a two story floating mall with a bar and a shop. Ours was a tugboat.

At any rate, we made it and I reckon I got a kidney infection from holding in my pee for so long. Our tour guide was a native of the island named Maureen in English and Aadhnashnascdna in Gaelic. Her grandparents houses Singe, the famous Irish writer as he wrote on the island. We had some quintessental vegetable soup at a nice little restaurant run by Maureen's sister, Theresa. Then we toured an old fortress where Singe used to write.



After the fortress, we took a tour of Singe's cottage where Maureen's grandparents hosted Singe and where her OTHER sister gave us a tour. Everyone was so nice on the island, only 200 people live there and there are only about 10 children. Kind of sad. No one comes back, but Irish is the first language. I learn some new words: fader is party pooper and sciemeloughlo is a lolly-gagger? How about that?

There is someone in my group whom I despise. She is the antithesis of me. I almost punched her in the face today. I am so lucky to have the roommates I have because I can't imagine being with some of these people. What's great about the people I am with is that we're all different, but in ways we can appreciate. Katie and are are both pretty bitchy and we know it, at least, so that helps. And I am sure we annoy other people but at least we are being honest, which is alot more than most people can say.

Anyhoo, it rained on and off and on the return ferry we sat on the inside. When we got to the port, we were waiting on the bus for all the usual people who were late when there was a loud thud on the window, I turned in a panic only to see Kelly's mug pressed up against the bus window. I wet myself all over again. Everyone was like, "do you know that girl?" and I was like... no.

Tonight we went to a club called Cuba. It was pretty Euro and had a picture of Fidel Castro inside. The dance floor was like a b.o. bomb and the guys were so weird. I've never been so happy to have a boyfriend before. Ok, I have, but this just made me even more thankftul to have a normal guy as a boyfriend. There was one guy there, I swear, was walking like an egyptian.

Here is a recap of one interaction:
random guy: dancing like a nuthead, "hey, come here. Come here."
Me: "No!" "No!" And making a motion with my hands like i am pushing him a way without toughing him, "poo-pooing him" if you will.

But I did wear a new shirt I rationalized buying here, so that is exciting.

I love myself some Kelly!

I was nervous at first for my friends from college to be with my roommate, Katie from here because they're really different and I was worried things would be werd, but they weren't. Everything was great. Especially because nothing fixes the awkardness of a meeting of two different groups of friends like a random African man claiming to be Tupac. Unfortunately, my other roommates couldn't make it out. Diana is still sick, which is so sad :( and Carrie wasn't feeling up to it, but tomorrow we have our final reception and can hopefully have some "closure." lol. jk. Anyone who remembers my last two relationswhips will appreciate that comment.

Wow, there are some loud Italians outside yelling. WTF?