Saturday, March 13th 2010: I wake up to the sound of my annoyingly responsible alarm telling me that if I don’t get up NOW, I will miss my flight to Dublin. Scan the room. An untouched glass of water at my bedside. FUCK. Clothes from last night still on. Brilliant. Brother: MIA. I don’t remember getting home that night, so you can bet I have no idea if my brother even made it home. I stumble into his room and proceed to get him out of bed. He tells me he’s ready. Bullshit. I kick him. He pulls off the blankets. He is fully dressed and wearing his shoes. What a smart boy.
We make our flight, and prepare for the weekend ahead. At this point Greg has not slept for 48 hours. (or more?) We arrive in Dublin and bus it to our hostel. Nap time. (we make terrible tourists) However, the hostel is at full capacity and our rooms are not ready. So instead of napping, we get piss drunk and forget about our problems. Luckily for us, there was a HUGE rugby game in Dublin that weekend, Ireland vs Wales, so the bars were filled with fans. I can honestly say that I have never really considered rugby a sport (throwing the ball backwards seems awfully counterproductive to me)but I really got into this game. We were cheering for Wales for two reasons: 1) they have the most badass flag in the world, I mean it’s a fucking dragon. 2) There were only welsh fans at this particular bar and we valued our teeth. We went out with a few of these said Welshmen and Greg wore the flag as a cape for a good part of the night.
The weekend from then on seems to be a bit of a blur. We met some rogue Americans and a fantastic pair of twins the second night, ended up in one of the busiest pubs I’ve ever been in, and they gave out FREE food. Yes, FREE. The woman serving the food was a tiny Asian-leprechaun mix. I can’t think of a happier moment in my life.
Now, you might think that all we did was get piss drunk and eat meatballs, but Greg and I actually took in a few attractions. (by a few, I mean one) The Guiness Storehouse. Yes, magic happens there. I paid 15 Euros to find out. All in all, a fantastic weekend for the Laforce duo. Only one missing was the young buck, Pierre. And all of you of course.
Alright, dinner time. I’m having Guiness. Stay cool kids.
