Saturday, March 24, 2012

Sing a-longs and Leprechauns

It took me an entire week (apparently) to recover enough from my trip to Ireland to post about my St Paddy's weekend. And what a weekend it was...

Friday night, I took a roundabout route down to London thanks to a jumper who disrupted the entire rail system during rush hour...yikes. I met up with Angela in King's Cross Station (really wanted/expected to see Harry Potter, no lie) to head to Kensington to watch Matt Andersen play a gig at a small club. Matt is an amazingly talented musician whose family lives about 15 minutes away from mine back in Canada. When there is such a taste of home so far away, I definitely have to indulge. Matt's set was awesome, and it was great to hear his voice.

At godawful early o'clock the next morning, Angela, Heather & I were on our way to Gatwick to catch our flight to Ireland! 3/4 of the way there, Angela realizes she forgot her passport. Oh dear. Heather & I caught our flight while Angela rebooked for a later flight and went home for her passport.

Land, bus ride into the city, walk through the already massive crowds and get some breakfast before checking into our hotel. Heather & I watched some of the parade, went back to the hotel and watched the rest from there to get out of the light rain. We got ready to head out while we waited for Angela, and when she showed up we were ready to take on Dublin.

Found our way to Murray's, a pub around the corner, to watch some rugby, enjoy some drinks and see how the Irish did Paddy's day. (Funny enough, it was mostly tourists that we met throughout the night..)
(PS, how cute am I, all ready to celebrate??)


Vodka, cider, Guinness, rugby, Irish kisses, German kisses and really persistent Italians, Russians and French guys. That sums up how Dublin does Paddy's day. Rather than give an entire run-down of the day, I figure that list pretty much sums it up. We met up with Heather's friends from New Zealand and we all went out for dinner before wandering toward Temple Bar. The streets were so crowded, we couldn't even walk down them, let alone get into a bar. So, we figured it was best to head back toward Murray's, which was playing live music. Angela fell asleep at the table so after she went off to bed, the rest of us wandered back across the river to see what was going on over there--a lot of drunks and more grabbing than I care to remember.

Rounding off the night with some deliciously unhealthy food, Heather & I decided it'd be a good idea to get a couple hours of sleep before flying back to England the next day. When I woke up the next morning, I decided that I shouldn't have bothered with the sleep and should've kept drinking...probably would've felt about the same.

Planes, trains and hangovers later, I was back in England and just in time for another week of work. How lucky I am.

Definite bonus to this week...Mary, Hannah & I booked our Easter holiday! We're taking over Tenerife for a week before I head to Norway for the second part of the break. Only 5 more teaching days to get through until then. Not that I'm counting down or anything.

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