Ended up going out on the piss last night- that's the cool thing about hostels, there's always someone wanting to go out, and even if you're just vegging out in the tv room waiting for your brain to implode you can manage to get invited out. Ended up being a really big group. We hit two pubs, I ended up geting stuck with a half-full pint just as we were leaving both of them, and this probably had a lot to do with my staggering home at two am discussing the philosophical similarities between Neitze and Ayn Rand and the personal/economic/social ramifications of the practical application of aforesaid with a very nice Ozzie, and having serious difficulties with curbs, too. I made it home though. It was all cool.
The Ozzie turned out to be one of my roomates and I decided, after waking up, that I'd be staying another day. I still retain my spectacular luck with hangovers, the lack thereof, but I was really not feeling up to crawling onto a ferry, riding three hours, and taking a six-hour train. I'll go tomorrow. So he and I explored Dublin for most of the morning. It's a really cool town and not just because it's covered in pubs. We went all up and down the canal, found the local phallic monument and took pictures of it, drifted our way through a museum (student prices rock, and she didn't even ask to see ID), had lunch on him because I kept forgetting to stop at the ATM (I've paid him back now though), and discussed more philosophy, September 11th, the Internet, post-modernism... other stuff. I forget. Some of this was also, I have the nervous feeling, discussed in the pub last night, but that's okay. We had fun. I'd forgotten how cool it was to explore *with* someone.
On the way back to the hostel we stumbled across a gay pride parade, which was a hoot. Drag queens dancing to eighties music on floats. They looked like they were having fun, and we thought it was great, so everybody was happy. Took pictures. The front float was a great, well, I'll-let-you-guess-shaped balloony thing with 'Put On The Rubber!' written on it. Down the main street of Dublin, Ireland, no less. Good craic.
No idea what I'll do tonight. Hopefully nothing too energetic as I really, really must leave tomorrow... but who knows. And now, to watch crummy daytime tv and discuss commercialism in America.
The Ozzie turned out to be one of my roomates and I decided, after waking up, that I'd be staying another day. I still retain my spectacular luck with hangovers, the lack thereof, but I was really not feeling up to crawling onto a ferry, riding three hours, and taking a six-hour train. I'll go tomorrow. So he and I explored Dublin for most of the morning. It's a really cool town and not just because it's covered in pubs. We went all up and down the canal, found the local phallic monument and took pictures of it, drifted our way through a museum (student prices rock, and she didn't even ask to see ID), had lunch on him because I kept forgetting to stop at the ATM (I've paid him back now though), and discussed more philosophy, September 11th, the Internet, post-modernism... other stuff. I forget. Some of this was also, I have the nervous feeling, discussed in the pub last night, but that's okay. We had fun. I'd forgotten how cool it was to explore *with* someone.
On the way back to the hostel we stumbled across a gay pride parade, which was a hoot. Drag queens dancing to eighties music on floats. They looked like they were having fun, and we thought it was great, so everybody was happy. Took pictures. The front float was a great, well, I'll-let-you-guess-shaped balloony thing with 'Put On The Rubber!' written on it. Down the main street of Dublin, Ireland, no less. Good craic.
No idea what I'll do tonight. Hopefully nothing too energetic as I really, really must leave tomorrow... but who knows. And now, to watch crummy daytime tv and discuss commercialism in America.
posted at 10:11 AM on 06/29/02
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