The Twilight Zone

So, last night was one of the weirdest, most random nights of my life. I'll preface this blog by saying this: getting bit in the ass by a male stranger was the most normal thing that happened last night.

It started off normally enough, with Carrie, Katie, and I sharing the bulmers that Diana gave us for feeling bad for being sick. (She's still on the mend, folks. Pour a little out for her). Then we walked into town and went to Eyre Square. We figured they'd be less touristy with the Arts Festival that is on town this weekend. It's funny we feel as though it's our town now and we don't like intruders. Anyways, we went to a bar called Connelly's. It was a stereotypical old guy bar. Katie didn't want to go in and first because it was full of guys... The same reason I wanted to go in. Free drinks. Anyways, we stayed for a drink met some older guys who insisted on getting a picture with me. (Katie has it, I don't) Then when I had just scored us all a free round, Carrie and Katie wanted to leave. Katie didn't want to have to stay and talk to them for the rest of the night just because they bought us a round.

Anyways, so we headed down Shop street to King's Head. It was a different crowd then usual because of the festival, a lot of foreigners, etc. Plus it was later than when we usually went and there was some fun music playing. Carrie decided to be a dancing maniac. We first met a guy named Robin... Yes, a man named Robin. The reason I know this is his name is because he owns a bar in Dublin and gave me his card for when I come with Kelly and Tricia this coming weekend so we can drink for free. Anyways, the reason we noticed Robin was because he was failing miserably to strike up a conversation with a women who was Spanish and didn't understand him. "Is this a good band?" "Que?" "Is this a good band?" "Que?" "Ah, feck it."

So we got acquainted. He said he could tell we were American because Irish girls don't drink Guinness. I said it's probably because they're worried about getting bigger and even more attractive. Then he apologized in case he had offended us, which he didn't Because we didn't really care. He asked where a good club was in Galway, and since we're not the club types, we had no idea what to tell him. We've sworn we'll go this coming thursday, as our last hurrah. Anyways, so I asked him, "So you're know from Galway?" And he was really offended, "fuck no. I'm from Dublin." This all corresponds with what I've heard from Dubliners. They're snobby. So then we went around and said where we were all from then he goes to me, "So, you're from Indiana?" And I was like, "feck no. I'm from Chicago."

Then he went off to some club and we were soon surrounded by another group of girls. They were pretty harmless, again, not from Galway and had names like Bobby, Sean and Seamus. They were obviously pretty young. We asked them to take our picture and they took my camera and began taking pictures of each other, like this:

This is the chap who asked me to marry him. His friend told me he had a nice plot of land in the midlands of Ireland, and he was just looking for a wife. Which was funny also because he was about twenty one. This is the guy who bit my ass. Katie took a picture of it, and has that one, too. It hurt. They didn't care that we had boyfriends.

Then his friend bit Katie's ass, then mine. Then he suddenly apologized profusely like he was dared and suddenly felt awful about it.



The last one is great because of the story behind it. This guy told us he was a model then when he took the pic with us, he was like "now you owe me money." Then I looked at the picture on my camera and said. "No, I think YOU owe ME money." How cute would this pic have been without him?

Anyways, things got really weird when Carrie began walking home by herself and ignoring us. WTF Carrie? Don't hate. We were figuring out what to do when some guy came up and said that it was too early for us to go home and that we needed to come to a bar for one last drink. So we did, thinking that he'd buy drinks for us. But he didn't in fact he tried to make Carrie buy his drink. That's when it started getting weird. So then he started talking about how right G Dub was for, for going into war in Iraq, etc. Like he was a redneck American, but he was really from Ireland. Then Katie started talking about how G Dub just went to war to finish what his dad didn't do. Then the guy said she was making light of the thousands of people who were dying over there. So Katie started crying and we went to another table. When we left we could see the guy still talking to himself at the table, then disappeared for a while. Then was talking to the bouncers. It seems he knew them and the one bouncer came over and told us to hurry up and finish our drinks and leave. And Katie said we'd leave when everyone else did. So weird. So we met another nice group of Irish guys and Katie was explaining to them what happened when the weirdo from before came back, and asked, "can I just say one more thing." And we said no, but then he got right up in our business and started spewing all this pro Bush crap about the war and Saddam killing babies and how Bush was just the man to fix everything. Then he starts spitting on us. And the guys we were now with were trying to get him to leave. Finally after about another five minutes, another bouncer came and pushed him out. So weird, and the argument in itself was weird because this random Irish guy was the one defending the states and Katie was the one defying it. And plus, if back home some guy was in a girl's face like that he'd get kicked out in a millisecond. The guys we met though, were much nicer and reinstalled our faith in Irish people again. Which is good. It was my first negative experience here. I really wanted to go home last night.

And when I woke up at noon this morning, I really wanted to go back to bed. It's rainy on and off today, so I plan on staying inside and vegging. Katie fell down the stairs last night and sprained her ankle after I went to bed and refused to smoke with her. We're supposed to go into the city tonight to see a show and listen to some music, but I am not drinking tonight.